Johnny Cage sauntered into the dusty old saloon, his signature grin already capturing the attention of wide-eyed patrons and barmaids alike.

With a wink and a tip of his hat, he flirted effortlessly, drawing smiles and giggles from the women, while eliciting scowls and murmurs of disdain from rugged men nursing their drinks in resentment.

Clad in weathered leather boots and a duster that swayed with each confident step, Johnny was a vision of roguish charm—so much so that even the men couldn't help but begrudgingly admire his swagger, despite their simmering animosity.

He settled onto his favorite barstool, where the scarred wood felt like an old friend under the weight of his lean frame, as the bartender poured his usual whiskey, a smooth amber liquid that warmed his spirit.

As the drink slid his way, Johnny’s eyes roamed the dimly lit saloon, laughing couples and rowdy card games creating a familiar tableau of life at the frontier.

Suddenly, his gaze caught on a new poster tacked onto the wall, its bold lettering proclaiming the arrival of a fresh saloon girl. The artwork depicted a radiant beauty dressed in vibrant colors, her alluring silhouette promising intrigue and adventure.

His pulse quickened at the thought of a new conquest, yet beneath his charming exterior, Johnny felt a twinge of competition—these roughened men around him had always been more than a little protective of their women.

Johnny leaned closer to the poster, the scent of aged whiskey and sweat mingling in the air as whispers of the saloon buzzed around him. “New saloon girl,” he murmured under his breath, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.