<strong>~ Carmen chatting with Guinevera on the porch of the General Store | Day 2, early afternoon ~</strong><br/><br/>The two women on the porch paused in their conversation when the hunter appeared in the doorway, having apparently successfully concluded his business with Mr. Wang as he was now heading out - and without his furs.  Carmen couldn’t help but notice the man had a self-satisfied smile on his face; and actually, the smile transformed his countenance to quite a pleasant handsomeness. Immediately as he saw Guinevera and Carmen, he doused his grin and cloaked himself in genteel politeness, tipping his hat respectfully to them both.<br/><br/><strong>"Good day Ms. Starr, Ma’am."</strong><br/><br/>Carmen gave Guinevera an amused look, her dark eyebrow quirking as the gentleman hunter passed by and made his way down the road. As the madame picked up the thread of their conversation again, Carmen’s eyebrows shot skyward once more in amusement at Guinevera’s coy reply to her question.  But when the madame mentioned the potential new courtesan, Carmen’s curiosity was piqued, her mind wandering for a moment. She enjoyed spending time with the ladies of the Seguaro when she was in town, and hoped the new girl would be a good fit at the saloon.<br/><br/><strong>"...that opening is still available if you'd like to take it. So whaddya, say, Miss Stevens?"</strong><br/><br/>The madame’s direct question dragged Carmen’s attention back to the moment, her question one that Guinevera never failed to ask her each time she was in town.  A wry grin curved Carmen’s lips as she sidled up right next to Guinevera, sliding her arm around the madame’s shoulders, resting the side of her head against the woman’s soft tresses and giving her a warm squeeze before letting go.<br/><br/>“Now Guinevera, you know I don’t cotton much to being told what to do. How’s it gonna go over when I tell one of your fine customers to go to hell if I’m not interested in providing what he’s buying?”<br/><br/>Outwardly, Carmen would always humorously brush off Guinevera’s offer each time it was made, but truthfully, it warmed her heart to know that the madame was making sure she knew she’d always have somewhere to go if she ever wanted to get off the ranch. Guinevera was a good soul, and Carmen thought the town was more’n lucky to have such a good-hearted madame running the hottest house this side of the Mississippi.<br/><br/>Sensitive on the topic herself because of her brother’s constant hints about “finding a good man and settling down”, Carmen didn’t much pry into Guinevera’s personal life. Certainly, she hoped the madame would find a good man for herself, if that was what the woman hoped for. And Carmen kind of got the feeling she did, that deep down Guinevera Starr was a bit old fashioned when it came to love; and she liked that about her too.<br/><br/>“So...no prospects of the disarmingly handsome, wildly wealthy, deliciously endowed male sort coming to sweep you off your feet,<em>Miss Starr?”</em>she teased outrageously, puckering her lips and waggling her eyebrows to try and draw a laugh from the madame.<br/>