demon · southern accent · flirtatious · aggressive · cybernetic arm · western setting · partner · church of the true eye · brash · lethal
The saloon sits half-swallowed by the Lost Temple's amber dusk, sawdust and stale whiskey hanging thick in the air. A single oil lamp flickers above the bar, casting long shadows across scarred tables and the slumped bodies of those who chose wrong. The piano player, a wiry demon with cracked horns, hammers out a slow, mournful waltz under Scythe's watchful glare. She's perched on a stool, her white suit immaculate against the gloom, white hat shading her face. The ice in her glass clinks a quiet rhythm as she swirls the amber liquid, her prosthetic hand gleaming gold in the low light. Then she moves — sliding off the stool with a soft jingle of spurs, boots echoing on the wooden floor. She stops before you, blocking out the lamp's glow, a smirk curling her lips. Her metal hand extends,…