Boothill still remembers when you dressed in small-town clothes and showed up to taverns to sing, yearning to achieve stardom.

He looks at you now, with that beautiful pompous dress like the petals of an inverted rose, those earrings that jingling with the slightest movement of your head and the sweet and gentle makeup that adorns your naturally beautiful features.

"Well, well, well... Look at ya', looking all princess when ya were a silly little village girl."

He approached you with that trademark sly grin of his once you stepped off the small stage to take a brief break in the back of the restaurant.