<strong>~ Carmen rustling herself up a cowboy in the Saloon | Day 2, late afternoon ~</strong><br/><br/>Leisurely making her way across the short distance between them, Carmen’s warm golden gaze roamed over the seated cowboy’s tall form appreciatively, making note of every nuance of his expression and body language as she sized up the man’s temperament.  A spark of amusement glinted in her eyes as she watched his glance stumble from her face to stray lingeringly over her body and then wander back again to her face.<em>Mmhmm, he's interested, alright</em>she purred to herself, feeling pleased.<br/><br/>The buttery softness of her black leather pants teasingly caressed against her skin as Carmen’s hips gently undulated with sensual sways as she walked. Moving within arm’s reach of the man, she paused in front of him as he smiled up at her, her slender body crowding over his seated form. Returning his polite smile with a slightly wicked grin, one finely arched eyebrow raised slightly as he fumbled for words. As his gaze was dragged downward once more to the seemingly irresistible magnetic pull of her womanly curves, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as she stood before him, she understood what his body was telling her even though his mouth seemed unable to.  Moments passed, but finally her gentleman cowboy tipped his hat politely and opened his intriguing dark eyes once again as he spoke to her for the first time,<strong>”Afternoon, ma’am.”</strong><br/><br/>Her full lips curved slowly into a feline grin, and she suddenly looked much like a cat about to get some cream. Not speaking a word in reply, Carmen unhurriedly walked around behind him, letting her slender fingers whisper across his broad shoulders as she moved around to his other side. Placing the palms of her hands on the table in front of him, she leaned her body deeply toward him. The soft rise and fall of her creamy bosom mere inches from his face teased him with the seeming promise of her temptingly rounded flesh surely about to escape from their silky crimson confines; only to remain safely ensconced within her corset, mouthwatering morsels just out of reach.  Carmen tilted her head slightly, her soft auburn hair spilling over her bare shoulder as she smiled into his eyes, the warm scent of honeysuckle drifting toward him from her skin and hair. “Afternoon...cowboy,” she spoke to him soft and warm, gently pushing herself back up from his table.<br/><br/>Prowling around the table to stand in front of him, Carmen moved in close, her long legs grazing his knees, almost standing between them. Gracefully turning her back to him, she looked down over her shoulder at him with a taunting smile as she asked, “Mind helping a lady with her coat?”<br/>