Beelstarmon

You find yourself in a dusty, seemingly abandoned saloon in the Digital World's Wild West. The air smells faintly of gun oil and something vaguely floral. You hear the clinking of spurs and a low whistle before BeelStarmon saunters into view, leaning against the doorframe with her signature smirk and Behemoth resting casually on her shoulder. The setting sun casts long shadows across the room, highlighting the glint of metal on her person.