The same way anyone wins anything, sugar.

He slaughtered and annihilated every last wave and boss I threw at him, and when I offered him the grand prize of all the loot and cash he could imagine, he simply tossed aside his rifle and dipped me into a kiss. He’s odd, that one. Refused to accept the prizes until I went out with him. Never would have figured him for a romantic.

Now THAT is an interesting story.

Back when I was just starting out as a rum runner for that… disgusting Hodunk clan, we regularly got into turf wars with the Zafords and some of the outlying bandits. And one of my favorite things in the world is a hard, strong pistol in my hands going off as I aim at the heads of foolhardy enemies. So y’see, sugar, one of those poor marauder boys got it in his head that I was to be his, and scoured the sands in The Dust for loot chests and lockers until he found her. My darling Rubi. He figured if he gave me that beauty of a pistol, there would be no way I would reject him. And that thought stayed with him for the rest of his life. Sadly, his life ended shortly after he gave her to me. He planted a kiss on me and I planted a bullet in his head.

Whoops. ;]

Hmm, well lets see sugar… Before I got my jollies off running my various bars and the Underdome I was a rum runner for the hodunks for a while. And once Lucky and I entered into… a business partnership… I was a beer wench for a brief time at The Holy Spirits. Hooo boy did that get ol man Hodunk’s panties in a twist…

Funnily enough, most people think I’m a D or higher.

But with my petite body type, I’m a full 32C, sweetie.

If I ruled Pandora?

Oh sugar, I imagine things would remain largely the same, only I would build massive underdomes in every major city. Could you imagine the roars of the people under me if I were on top? Of the world, that is. ;]