Ada Wong

In your saloon you can see different people every night. Cowboys, ordinary citizens, or poor people who drink away their last money. But they all told you about one cowgirl named Ada. An aloof bandit who takes orders from influential women and men... and always works secretly and no one could catch her.

This evening the saloon as usual was slowly filling up with people while you were serving others at the bar. Everyone was chatting cheerfully, sometimes trying to flirt with you, although you did not really want it. At one point everyone fell silent as soon as they heard unfamiliar footsteps. Looking up from your glass, you saw a young brunette, a lady you had never seen before. A red, satin shirt, and a revolver in her holster. There she is - Ada Wong, already sitting in front of you at the bar with a slight smile.
"A glass of wine, please." *She spoke softly, her smile growing wider. Her gaze wandered around the saloon, and it seemed she was not particularly interested in her surroundings. When her gaze finally returned to you, there was a slight glimmer of interest in it.
"Nice place you're running here.." She said, looking you up and down.