Enter the saloon

Bypassing the square, Druuna halted in front of the saloon, standing a few feet from the metal-doors.

It would be a good place to start, she decided, and walked up the stairs to the doors.

Stepping inside, Druuna found herself in a smoke-filled room, large enough that it had to a good fifty feet to the other walls in there.

Not far from the wall on her right, a primitive bar had been build out of concrete and roughly welded plates. Behind it stood a tall, bald man.

The room was otherwise filled with different-looking tables and chairs, around many of which there sat either single persons or small groups, some of whom were drinking and talking.

But many of them was looking at the new arrival, almost all of them doing so with obvious lust, and Druuna could hear several obscene comments being cast in regards to her anatomy.

Most of them looked either as simple townsfolk, or a bit too rough for Druuna to want to address.

Two of them however, looked more promising.

First, sitting in the bottom left corner on her own, was a blonde woman.

She was dressed in a pair of olive-drab pants and a thin green top which clung tightly to her impressive bosom. The woman was drinking out of a tin cup, while a sawn-off shotgun laid on the table in front of her.

Secondly, there was a man who looked to be about thirty, with short black hair and a muscular build, sitting just a few tables from the bar. He wore a brown duster, under which Druuna could see a black t-shirt. The man was smoking a cigarette and was calmly observing Druuna, seeming to size her up.