Guinevera entered her room, quickly kicking off her heels and undressing. First was her skirt, which was a separate accessory to her outfit. It made her look more elegant than scantily-clad and the dark, intricately-laced garment perfectly hid the twin, pearl-grip revolvers on the outside of her thighs. Usually, Miss Starr didn't have enough chances to wield it, but if a customer wanted something more than he asked for, then they would be threatened with a barrel in their noses. The grip of the gun in her right holster face towards her rear while the other faced towards her front. This was because she never found it effective to dual wield her revolvers. There wasn't much opportunity to do such a thing. Usually, one gun did the trick, but having men see one gun multiplied by two, they would have to think twice before messing with Miss Starr.<br/><br/>She continued to undress the parts of her outfit that didn't need to be present for her next outfit. This included her black stockings and her black fingerless gloves. She momentarily removed the holsters, which were connected to a bandolier-type belt, without the extra ammo inserted in the small holders. All that was left on her person was a off-white bustier, which was an off-shoulder design. It was a one-piece type of clothing, which doubled as her undergarments. A black corset, a must-have for any harlot, was wrapped around Guinevera's abdomen, creating the coveted hourglass figure. But she would not have it for long, for she unlaced the garment and replaced it with a brown, leather corset.<br/><br/>Next up, Guinevera's changed into a pair of thigh-high leather boots, in the usual brown hide color with a four inch heel. Like her corset, her boots were snugged around her shapely legs with laces, that laced from her ankle all the way to the hem of her boots. Only the top portion of her leg and some parts of her backside were exposed, which further was covered as she put her belt holster back on.<br/><br/>She lastly put another pair of fingerless gloves, though made of dark brown cow hide and as long as her hands before putting on a leather coat with long coattails and donning her lace skirt once more. She went to the table and sat in front of the mirror, now tending to her hair. She would fix up any locks that were unkempt or out of place for about an hour or two. It was the sound of shattering of a bottle that brought her attention to the saloon. She got up and went to the door.<br/><br/>------> Saguaro Saloon