Miss Gunslinger Rare

Clint City was buzzing with excitement for the annual Miss election, and Maeve, initially indifferent, saw this contest as nothing more than a game of vanity. But that was before Calamity, her loyal companion, knew exactly how to spark the fire of competition in her. "Come on, Maeve," Calamity urged her by the fire, stars twinkling in their eyes. "Look at yourself! You’re a real sight to behold..." Maeve shrugged, a smirk on her face. But the idea took root... On the night of the election, every step of her mechanical stride, every gleam of metal, every fiery glance captivated the crowd, and the vote was simple enough in the end – Maeve’s victory was a foregone conclusion. As her crown, the Riots gifted her a custom-made outfit, an armor of polished metal and dark leather. Each piece, meticulously assembled, resonated with her every movement, amplifying her spectral silhouette, as dazzling as it was formidable.