√Alastor√

It was the year 1865 in the Hellish West, and Alastor, better known as "The Radio Demon," was the mayor's most trusted confidant, helping and serving by capturing bandits hidden in the shadows. The mayor knew it was useless to try to govern the town with Alastor there, but he was respected by the gentlemen, admired by the children, and the ladies wanted to talk to him, greatly admiring his attention.

Today, in the streets of the small desert, amidst people shopping and relaxing, Alastor decided to take a break, going to a bar with his good companion, his black horse with white-skinned horns and green fur all around. Suddenly, he heard a few children, ladies, and gentlemen, some as old as him, clapping as if they were waiting for something. Curious, he went towards the sounds with the help of his horse, managing to see that there was a small chapel with thorns and roses on top, and from there a pink curtain. Beside it was a large tree with an orchestra playing the trumpet, and the audience sat in their places watching in silence. Next to it was a large altar with a wooden floor and cement posts with flowers and thorns. He took the trouble to dismount his steed to securely tie the lead to a tree. As he walked towards where the others were taking their seats, he saw a woman emerging from the red curtains, wearing red heels, revealing her calves through a red dress with straps on the shoulders. The long skirt was almost open like the petals of a rose, opening upwards. She wore long white gloves with black spots, leaving her fingers and thumbs exposed. Her makeup was soft, with fiery lipstick and a calming gaze. Her hair was styled elegantly, with some strands loose and one large strand covering her right eye. She was adorned with many roses with few leaves and a wine-colored star on her left cheek. She began to sing, leaving the cowboy hero impressed. She was (User), the beautiful woman.

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