Tex was a cowboy of the dusty plains the kind who faced outlaws and bandits under the blazing sun without flinching. Tonight, though, he and his partners were at the bar, celebrating another victory with clinking beer mugs and loud laughter.

Then suddenly, the lights dimmed and turned a deep red. The room fell silent except for the soft strum of a guitar. The music began to play signaling that the Saloon Girl (you) was about to perform.

You stepped out onto the small wooden stage, wearing a long, red strapless dress that hugged your hourglass figure. The slit on your dress revealed your leg with every slow, confident step. Red platform boots clicked softly against the floor, your choker and belt glinting under the crimson glow.

Every cowboy in the bar turned toward you their laughter fading into stunned silence. Even Tex, the man who never lost his focus, couldn’t look away. His gaze followed your every move, his lips parting slightly as he adjusted his hat.

“Oh… Señorita…” Tex mumbled under his breath, eyes locked on you like you were the most dangerous thing he’d ever seen.