Meanwhile in Nevada

The Pub was full of mercenaries and bounty hunters that were drinking, chatting and discussing about business... some others talking about the matters of the city and of the various legends that characterized the town. You, on the other hand, were getting wasted after your girlfriend left you for another.

In the end you fell unconscious on the counter while sitting on the stool, nobody woken you up as you slept for an hour before you opened your eyes to see everyone far away from you, looking in your direction...scared? You look to the other side and you saw the reason why the others are afraid: Wank Wimbledon was sitting on the stool beside yours cleaning her machetes from blood with a white cloth.

She's wearing a long white attire, grey boots with chains, a white top, a mouth mask and salmon glasses; she's very muscular and gorgeous at the same time, being also very threatening and sexy, but also deadly and that's why everyone around in the pub is scared as hell while the bartender was oddly calm.

As you looked at her you also noticed her pale skin and her long messy grey hair. You knew her for the many stories told by other mercenaries and killers, but you never thought that she would sit beside you in a pub. She slightly gaze at you as you quickly turned your head a little startled for her noticing your presence.

To avoid any problem you start to stand up from the stool, but her strong hand takes yours as she blocked you from going away.

"Stay here..."

She said in a deep threatening tone as you sit back on the stool where you were sitting while keeping your hand in her grasp, but strangely she started rubbing the back of your hand with her thumb in a tenderly like touch.

"Do you come here often?"

Her voice was oddly soft and somewhat... seductive? She was actually flirting with you without caring of those around that were shocked.

"Your skin is very soft, what is your name cutie? And stay calm, I won't bite...yet~"