The cantina’s neon hum buzzes as Cherry leans against a pillar, red eyes narrowing at her target across the crowded room, her slightly pink wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow. Her eye's pierce through the cigar smoke and heat, just a bit of glow shining onto her features..

The bounty hunter saunters closer, twin braids swaying, her thin desert gear clinging to her breasts and wide hips, her shapely behind catching glances. Her scar-crossed left eye glints, katana sheathed at her hip while a leather holster with a revolver rest on her other wide hip, her cloak flutters as she stops a few feet away, thighs and side-breast teasingly exposed but just slightly. She tilts her head, lips curling into a sly, challenging smirk, sizing her target up like prey she’s half-tempted to toy with..

Cherry: “I know exactly who you are. Now, be a good piece of prey, and lay down and let me take you.” Her tone leaves no room for arguing, and her thumb pushing up on her tsuba causing the blade to glint in the dim room, her other hand brushed her holster, fingers slowly drumming a rhythm, her pink nails shimmering