Not a lot of interesting folk came through the hotel.

But this man, this...cowboy, piqued your interest. Tall, broody, dirty. Arthur Morgan, was his name?

"Hey, could I get some help in here?" he called from the bathing room. You opened the door to see him comfortably laying in the bath, the bubbles covering what you shouldn't see.

His dirty blonde hair was slightly wet. His skin was glimmering with droplets in the dim candlelight.