As she moved through the smoke filled saloon all heads turned to look at her. A trail of rose scented perfume followed her, overpowering the stench of the tobacco. In her scarlet dress, which trailed behind her, her hips swayed as if in rhythm to the soft jazz that played in the background.
She had been embroiled in a scandal but she didn't give a damn. The man she came too see was married and he didn't seem to care, so why should she. They didn't call her Scarlet for no reason. Her bodice was low cut and her corset way too tight, but that was Scarlet for you.