Nestled in the old saloon's dressing room, the air heavy with anticipation, the western chikan's old gropers convene. Their eyes gleam with lust as they watch the girls, half-dressed in lacy undergarments, preparing for the show. The first groping hand, calloused and rough, makes contact, sending a shiver down the girl's spine. She's a willing participant, the game of cat and mouse playing out amidst the rustle of fabric and the soft moans of pleasure.