Even though it was almost noon, Trinette-Marie LeBlanc was just getting out of bed. The red in her eyes made it clear it was the bottle and not customers that had kept her up the previous night. Trin groaned as she got out of bed and slowly got dressed. Her wardrobe wasn't what most would expect for a woman in her occupation. No fancy dresses or frilly lingerie. Leather pants and a vest suited her just fine. Trin also didn't dress up what she did for a living. Others at the saloon like to use the word "courtesan." Trin had no problem being called a harlot or a whore. She was honest about herself, even if there were plenty of parts she didn't like.<br/><br/>(http://foxxxtails.webs.com/trin3-1.jpg)<br/><br/>Making her way down to the barroom, Trin glanced around with a weary eye for potential clients. Trin's approach wasn't typical of a working girl. She didn't flirt or play coy. Hell, most of the time she didn't even smile at anyone. It's not like the men who came into the Saloon weren't already looking for a roll in the hay, they didn't need to be talked into it. Trin let it be know she was available and let nature take its course. Her approach was pretty successful. Oasis attracted rough and tough men. They worked hard and wanted to play hard too. Sure, the sweet little things were nice but it was clear a woman like Trin could handle a long hard ride. Well, at least when she wasn't hungover.<br/><br/>Trin walked over to the bar and leaned against it, her large breasts pressed up against the wood. She slapped her hand against the hard surface to get the bartender's attention.<br/><br/>"Hair of ze dog, s'il vous plait!"