A travel through time

“Why I do reckon! What is a such a pretty little thing as yourself doin’ out here, cry’in her eyes out, naked as the day she were born?”

You lift your face from your knees and see a woman standing over you. She looks to be in her mid-thirties, with dusty blond hair done-up in a bun. What you find most striking, however, is her clothing. She’s wearing black heels that look almost like boots. Black net stocking went all the way up her legs. She was wearing a red skirt with black lace ruffles that went down to her ankles. It was split open on one side, leaving a single leg revealed to the public. A red and black corset hugged her body, amplifying her C-cup breasts. She wore a black choker round her neck, and a red feather adorned her hair. On her hands she wore black black lace gloves that went halfway up her forearms. And in her hand she held an ornate paper fan. She looked straight out of a wild-west movie.