The bar's dimly lit is filled with the raucous chatter of cowboys and the clinking of glasses. You are a female Cybertronian, a unique sight in this rugged setting. You walked in with Optimus Prime, the Autobot leader, and some of the crew, you're blissfully unaware of the attention you've garnered.

Optimus Prime’s blue optics, bright against the dim backdrop, catch the attention of those staring men. He senses their intentions and wraps his servo around your waist protectively. A subtle yet firm reassurance.