<strong>Guinevera Starr looking a bit flustered<br/>Saguaro Saloon | Day 2, Evening</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Guinevera's private meeting with Miss Glasgow had been an amazing experience, but right now all that would just have to simmer up in her room. She was relaxed, but the things that that woman had done to her was ... unexplainable to say the least. A glass of scotch would help her forget about it. Before heading out she wore an outfit of white (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajwz1FVsQSE/TGGWken9drI/AAAAAAAACFM/cGs4gnpvIEE/s1600/megan-fox-jonah-hex.jpg), though with the apparent use under the heat of the desert, causing sweat to discolor the fabric. It was still a sight to see, for there were places where the skin of the Madame would be seen. The outfit had a gown that flowed backward from the white corset while it left the front exposed. Though off-white as an angel's wings, Guinevera put on her black thigh high boots, which were a hassle to lace up, but in the end was worth it, for it fitted to the form of her shapely legs. And always, to discourage customers from being too rowdy in the saloon, she hid her holstered belt underneath the gown of her dress.<br/><br/>The saloon was busy, but only because the sight of Irene wasn't there. Guinevera knew that Irene, as fast as a gunslinger might be in a duel, she was quick in pouring the drinks for the customers while getting tips of the coin and the occasional flirt sent her way. The saloon girl Maria, who had enlisted help from one of her friends still was no match for the incoming orders of all the customers. If it weren't for the sexy locals waiting tables, the bar would have been overrun by the thirsty, a scene that would make a visit from the Marshal and his deputy worthy of entering.<br/><br/>For a moment, Guinevera leaned over the banister to survey the floor before heading over to the staircases then led down. Most of the people in the bar were locals from the nearby towns as well as those who lived in the town of Oasis itself. In the corner of her eye, she witnessed a man sitting on the bar stool, though his back faced the drinks. His eyes were focused on the poker tables and he certainly wasn't from around these parts. Guinevera strolled down, her heels making the distinct sound of rusted nails being forced into a plank of wood. She made her way to the back of the bar and she called out to the saloon girls pouring drinks. "<em>¿Maria, Selena, necesita ayuda?</em>" she said in Spanish as she approached the saloon girls. The girl's faces had glad expressions knowing the owner of the establishment had come to help them. She started serving drinks as they were called out, breaking a sweat in the process.