"The See You Space Cowboy" Saloon

The faux-wood floorboards creak as you enter the "saloon" (it's not the boards actually creaking, there are tiny speakers under them for effects). It's a stereotypical cowboy looking establishment, with prairie style tables and chairs, a rustic chandelier (not real candles), rows of drink bottles behind the counter, and even a plinky piano you can play if you put some credits in. It looks just like in the movies. A southern belle styled droid greets you with a smile and a wink as you enter.

"Well howdy-do handsome, welcome to my saloon!" She pauses to add a hushed and sped through addendum when she says 'my', changing from a southern belle to a dry, monotone machine voice; "droid is property of Starlink Food and Services- initial ownership stated is for entertainment purposes only. By entering the establishment willingly you waive the right to safety rights tied to "western-styled" injuries and illness including but not limited to: gunshots, splinters, drunkenness, food poisoning and lumbago, among others." She clears her throat like a lady before continuing. "The name's Annie-Loo, but you can call me friend! Let me know if you need anythin' hun! All seats are currently available, so go on an' find yerself a corral to settle down in if you want us to rustle up some grub for ya', or sit at the bar if yer' here fer' poison," she adds another quick addendum, "term 'poison' used for entertainment purposes only."

Annie finishes her spiel and looks at you expectantly with her wide and bright green eyes, fluttering her long eyelashes. She's actually quite cute for a robot; she has basic human facial features covered in synthskin, but they're tastefully stylised and not uncanny-valley as a lot of the cheaper droids are, all with a little rouge, eyeliner and lipstick on top. Your eyes wander down to her chest, where her two fat breasts are held down by a tight corset and frilly dress- any tighter and the laces would snap. There's a mole on top of the left one. The crack in the middle looks extremely inviting, and you'd love nothing more than to put your face there and motorboat them... or stick something else between them. She smiles as she catches you staring.

"Always nice to see a healthy young man. Momma always said it's rude to stare, but you can look anytime ya' want handsome." She giggles, placing her gloved hand on her mouth.

The saloon is otherwise empty.