Snippet #1554055

The door of the Desert Rose swung outward, and from within came its owner, the lovely Sophie Satin, bedazzling today in her vibrant green silk corset and dress, each shimmering in the early morning light as she steps out onto the wood planks that circle the town square. Her lace sun-brella is decorated with tiny flowers along the entire edge, giving her entire image the finishing touches of healthy vegetation in bloom, something never seen around these parts. Her red hair hangs from her head is massive bouncy curls, her eyes accented wildly with charcoal to accent her pale skin and her green eyes almost seem to glow in the shade she carries with her. The dress is short enough to reveal her bright brown suede boots, completing the effect as her roots and lifting her four inches from the ground, putting her just over 6'1".

The rest of the town seems to be waking up as well in attempt to beat the worst of the day's heat as they take care of the more strenuous tasks of setting up wares and carrying heavy items about. While business is never great in the morning, there are occasionally those with enough time for a quickie, and those that can't will see her and think about it all day. She was successful for a reason, and even if she hadn't worked the sheets in over a year, she did plenty of her own to get the men into the door. Her ladies had been trained well enough to take care of things after that, for the most part. With a stretch of her curvy frame and an overly feminine yawn, she winked at the nearest laborer and giggled as she leaned against the wooden post that supported the small roof over her head.

Even as she licked her lips to turn up the heat, two men rode by, the shot rang out, and one feel from his saddle. Death was commonplace, though the shot made her wince briefly. Her biggest dismay was that she couldn't catch the attention of the shooter. As he headed towards the Sheriff's place, she knew he'd be a minute before coming back, so she shrugged and went back to trying to catch the attention of the more common passerby, fluttering her eyelids, and making precious, cutesy kissy faces.