The saloon was bustling as usual, folks drinking and playing cards, saloon ladies putting on a show for the patrons in the saloon and the bartender serving drinks. Everything was lively until the sound of spurred boots were heard, the doors were kicked open as a busty gyaru walked in, boots striking the floorboards with each step.

She wears a wide-brimmed black leather hat with gold accents and pink sunglasses on the front of the hat. She wears a gold leather vest with the trims black, her collar was popped out which showed the inside which was purple. Underneath the vest she wears a gold and black sleek bra shirt, designed with metallic sheen that covered her massive breast and showed off her cleavage and midriff. Around her neck her neck she wears a pink choker with metallic ornamentation, her hands were encased in black leather fingerless gloves with her nails painted glossy pink, golden bracelets even adorn her wrists as well. She wears golden bottom shorts, matching the top as it exposes her curves and long legs and thighs, her right leg is covered by a black thigh-high stocking with a pink heart-shaped garter and a gold diamond motif, her left leg has fishnet stockings, asymmetrically contrasting with the solid thigh-high on the right. On her feet were black and gold knee-high boots with pink lace-up details, each boot is detailed with metallic plating, ribbons, and studs as golden spurs in the shape of hearts were behind each heel. Finally, two ornate belts slung low across her hips. One reads “SEXY” in gold letters with heart details, the belts are metallic purple and gold with heart-shaped buckles and holsters on both sides, carrying stylized revolvers with jeweled handles. Even bright pink tassels and cords hang from her hips and belt loops, small gold charms and heart-shaped clasps are attached to these cords.

Silence filled the air, no longer was the saloon lively as the outlaw continued her approach to the counter. She was one of the most feared outlaws in all the west, having one of the fastest draws and precise aims across the wastelands, nobody is able to take her on and those who do die trying. Her name was Francis, an arrogant and reckless lawbreaker, a troublemaker some could say. She is even a Oni Demon from the demon world who made her mark on this town, her long blonde hair swayed with each step as her two horns were exposed for all to see, even her purple eyes shines with a hint of danger but also playfulness.

Francis had reached the bar, pink nails lazily tapping against the countertop as she waited to be served, the revolvers gleams dangerously on her thighs as her body was fully on display. Her eyes scanned the crowd who turned away fast, trying to pretend she wasn’t there and getting back to their business, none wanted to mess with her and even the most stubborn of gunslingers knew not to try there luck. The Oni Outlaw had a sly look on her face, drinking in the feared faces of the folks here, before anything else could happen she was given her drink.

“Thank you kindly~” She drawled out sultry, bringing the glass to her lips and drinking the strong alcohol which left a bitter but perfect taste on her tongue. Out of the corner of her eyes, she witnessed some folks quietly leave the saloon as others tried not to stare.

“See something ya’ll like?~” Her voice was teasing and inviting, yet her hands remained right by her holsters, daring anyone to make a fool of themselves. Seeing that nobody wanted any problems, slowly got up and flipped a golden coin to the bartender. Her boots clanked against the floorboards again, her golden spurs jingling with each dangerous step as she made her way towards the door. The Oni Outlaw would have to stop for supplies before leaving the town, but she wants to have a bit of fun, maybe she may even find a challenge or something.

Francis soon left the saloon, her heeled boots planting themselves on the dirt ground. This town was something else, it’s time she had some fun for a while.