<em>Another busy day in the Saloon...</em><br/><hr/>"Thank you kindly for your time, Miss Starr," a gentlemen in a gray suit said as he exited out of a door, which was held opened for him to walk through.<br/><br/>"It was my pleasure, Mr. Talbot," Guinevera replied, her arm extended to her right, keeping the door from closing. "Be careful out there, sir." The gentlemen gave her a smile as he placed a hat matching the color of his suit onto his head. He left the Madame of the Saguaro Saloon at the door. Closing the door, the woman went over to the railing of the second floor veranda that gave her a view of the saloon floor and all the patrons of the house. Guinevera Starr smiled, seeing the activity of the place increase as more and more customer came in. It's high noon, she thought. Her teal eyes saw the Mexican saloon girls waiting tables, providing drinks and roasted meat and bread to the men conversing with each other. Along the walls were booths, fine furnishing that the Marshal invested to make the place more comfortable. The tables in the center of the room were more or less equally furnishing, but the residue of the liquor was beginning to stain the wood.<br/><br/>Starr stood straight, pushing herself off the banister. She made her way to the staircases, the last steps ending at either side of the long bar. Behind it, was the only courtesan who was able to juggle drinks and the pleasure of men in one day, Irene O'Rourke. Guinevera gulped, her throat needing a shot of tequila after her last appointment. A free drink would do her throat justice and clean her throat out before the next appointment.<br/><br/>Her black heeled boots were the only signals she gave off that a courtesan was making her way down the stairs. The black stockings covered the fine legs that were under her lacy gown. Her corset was a common sight in the saloon, and it gave the men a fine figure to look upon. It also lifted her breasts for all to see. Her long dark hair flowed down as she took each step warily. Making it to the last step, she further made her way behind the bar. Taking out a bottle of tequila, she pulled the cork out and pour the liquid into a clean shot glass. She pour the warm liquor down her throat, burning the residue from the last appointment. Placing the glass on the counter, she moved in close to Irene, who was busy pouring drinks for the men seated at the bar. "How's your patronage to these fine gentlemen going on, love?" she asked the bartending courtesan.