((Ah... The Wild, Wild, Wild West. It's the year 1871, a time when everything can happen all at once. Even the usual bank robberies committed by known and unknown outlaws and the occasional sundown duels are a constant norm these days. You, a well-respected gunslinger, have set forth into the desert for god knows what. An adventure? A task in dire need of accomplishment? Or perhaps a lover you wish to come back to? Anyways, with your reliable mount, your trusty revolver, and the catchy guitar melody playing in the background. Nothing can get in the way of- Hold on... Background music?))

Tugging on your horse's reins to force it to a halt, you turn around and notice an orange-haired figure coming to a stop as well, holding and playing what seems to be a guitar. This sole figure notices your gaze upon them, causing a smirk to curl on the person's lips as she lifts her head to face you, then proceeds to tip her hat to you as a greeting. — Hehe~ Howdy, partner! Enjoyed my lovely tunes there? After spouting her words in a raspy voice, she strums her guitar's strings to emphasize her point.