I need a drink

You cross the dusty street, keeping a low profile and enter into the saloon. If there was anyone who was anyone here, this is where they'd be. You step towards the swinging doors and narrowly evade a body shoved roughly out the door. You catch a brief glance at it, and see that it's a woman, dressed in a leather dress with plenty of fringe and beads. She lands on her ass in the street.

Inside the door, a large man, rough and scraggly laughs, pleased with himself. "Yer kind ain't served here, squaw. Now git moseying!"

She picks herself up as the man disappears back into the saloon. She doesn't even seem like she notices you, so intent is her glare. Her dark long hair is dusty from the fall but she's probably cleaner than you are. Her breasts and ass show off nice curves under the dress, and you get a sense of her body from how she pats off the dust of the road. Her face, though focused in anger, isn't hard to look at.