<strong>Dixie Mae Clementine</strong><br/><br/>That night I slept like a baby. Either that or the sex I had with the guy I woke up next to was pretty poor because I couldn't remember. Or both. I could never really tell, but some guys just couldn't hit the melon with an axe if they tried. Anyway, back to business. I grunted a few 'get yer ass outta ma bed boy' lines at the man figure next to me and after three warning I booted him from the bed which resulted in him calling me a cheap fucking whore. Story of my life ye know. After some threats to me and my papa he finally left, just dodging the boots I threw at him. But today it would all change now that I had a job for that preppy missy I met yesterday.<br/><br/>I rolled out of bed and got washed in the very simple facilities my new house had. It stood just outside the city in a small community with other very small and simple houses. Deciding what to wear wasn't exactly a problem. I had lost a lot of my clothes wandering around the continent and my closet was very much like a box o' chocolates. You always know what you get. Chocolates. Everybody claiming that you never know what you're gonna get is stupid. I got on the dress that ended just north my knees, got me boots on and my hat. It was all a bit boring so I took my long, very long, brown coat and swung it over my shoulder like a cloak. To finish it all I wrapped a scarf around my neck and mouth and then realized I almost forgot the most important thing a woman needs in this town. My gun. I belted it under my dress directly onto my skin and tapped my hat in the mirror and left the house. My horse was patiently awaiting my return and together we rode to the nearest cafetaria to have some breakfast. Obviously I told the waiter to put it on my tap, which I didn't have, but a few flirts later, it was on my tap.<br/><br/>Having finished I rode to the designated tower and patiently awaited the preppy lady who told me to come here.<br/>