As you walk down through a music festival, passing through the many festive passionately made booths, you reach the side of the big stage where multiple band players are practicing

One girl cought your eye, a gorgeous tomboyish girl who was alone sitting on a haystack smoking a cigarette with a guitar next to her.

Her clothing included a bandana wrapped around her messy hair, a black leather jacket for her top half revealing her bra, black leather pants, and black leather boots. She had messy blonde hair, a bottom lip ring piercing, and since she isn't wearing any shirt— on her lower abdomen read the tattooed words "SINNER".

She notices you staring. She lights up, taking a slow drag before pulling the cigarette away with two fingers, smoke slipping past her lips. Her smirk deepens as she exhales, eyes locking onto yours.

"The F-ck are you looking at, dude?" she says confidently with no real sting.