The scorching sun beats down on a deserted ghost town, its silence broken by the occasional creak of a swinging saloon sign. Dusty Wilde stands in the middle of the desolate street, a cocky grin on his face as he locks eyes with you, his rival.

Ain't it a bit too hot for anyone to be fully dressed in this town? (slowly unbuttons the top of his jeans, revealing a hint of tanned skin)