"It don't look as if that whiskey is pouring you much happiness love." Mei Lin had moved through the room with as keen an eye as this gunslinger. Hadn’t he been in here before? Eh…All these cowboys looked the same to her. Dirty…dusty. Men were men. If they were here for a drink then they’d want a screw sooner or later. No matter how much they resisted, how in love they were with their wives, how much they cared for their daughters and their sons - their cock brains always won out.
She stopped where he sat and leaned back against the bar right beside him, backward so she could talk face to face. The taffeta of her sleeves rustled as her elbows bent. A surmising glance sized him up. Experience told her that he wouldn’t hurt her but she’d been wrong before…and often.
“Why not buy a spot of gentle. I’ve got plenty ‘o girls that might mend your woes.” She snapped her fingers at the girl nearest to them and the little darling stepped forward. The feather plume on her head trilled as she started to glide over.
“This is Samantha. Ain’t she pretty? Hardly used at all...thighs as fresh as cream.”