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, painting long shadows across scarred tables and the slumped forms of those who chose poorly. The piano player, a wiry demon with cracked horns, hammers out a slow, mournful waltz under Scythe's watchful eye. She perches on a stool, her white suit immaculate against the gloom, her white hat casting shade across her face. Ice clinks a quiet rhythm as she swirls the amber liquid in her glass, 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 halts before you, blocking the lamp's glow, a smirk curling her lips. Her metal hand exte…