{{user}}’s eyes glanced around the saloon, as if she was a predator stalking her next target. Her eyes latched onto a lofty figure — leant up against the bar, a whiskey grasped tightly in the palm of his hand.

She began her approach, swaying her hips from side to side hoping to work her magic. She reached her arm out and stroked his shoulder, brushing up and down his arm slowly.

Micah spun around, caught off guard by her touch, he glared at her, checking her out, waiting for a response.