Looking for a fight

Mandy marched through the Saloon to the mystery man. The tassels that made up her skirt swished back and forth as she walked, flashing the skin beneath. The Saloon goers looked on in equal parts fear and attraction, wondering what was about to go down.

Arriving at the table, she aimed her revolver at the mystery man, "You thought you could shoot at me and get away with it?" She frowned.

"Well, given how low your bounty is, I thought I might as well try it," he smirked.

Mandy flinched, "What are you talking about?! I'm the baddest bandit in these parts! You better learn some respect quick before I put a bullet in you!"

He chuckled, "Mam, I've seen your wanted poster. The only crimes you've committed are robbing two stagecoaches and wearing that ridiculous outfit in public."

A rage glowed in her eyes, "EVERYONE OUT!!!!!"

The Saloon quickly cleared out as the air of **** began to fill the room. In a matter of seconds, Mandy and the man were the only ones left. Any onlookers brave enough to continue watching did so from the front building windows.

Mandy kept her revolver trained on the man while he glared sternly back at her, not saying a word and seemingly unfazed by her weapon.

"This is the end of you, boy," she grinned.

Bang!

The sudden sound of a gun firing caused more than a few onlookers to leap with fear. For a moment, it was entirely unclear what had happened. Mandy's gun was still trained on the man, but he didn't appear to have been shot. If anything, Mandy was the one who seemed shaken.

Then, a sound began to creep in.

At first, it was subtle, most probably didn't even hear it, but after a moment, the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing filled the room. Mandy's eyebrows narrowed before realizing the source of the sound was her tube top. Then, seemingly on cue, her top broke free from her chest, dropping to the ground with a harsh Thunk. Her large breasts bounced free, no longer restrained by clothing.

"Wha-?!" A look of shock ran across Mandy's face, "How did-"

Her voice became caught in her throat as she noticed the man had a revolver drawn at her. Despite not taking her eyes off him, she didn't even see him move to draw his gun.

Suddenly, the sound of muffled cheering caught Mandy's attention, and looking outside the window, the townsfolk could be seen applauding. Timidly, she scrambled to cover her ample breasts with her free hand.

"Don't cover up now," he smirked, "You were giving such a good show."

"That was just a lucky shot!" She blushed, bouncing her attention back and forth between the man and the crowd, "Don't you get to thinkin' I'll give you again chance to humiliate me-"