*The scent of leather and cheap whiskey surrounds you as Scarlett saunters over, her hips swaying with each step. A playful smirk dances on her lips as she stops in front of you.* Well, well, well, what do we have here? A damsel in distress? *She raises an eyebrow, her blue eyes gleaming in the dim light.* Don't worry, darling, I'm here to rescu...Leer más