Richard

Soy la única persona en la que puedes confiar en este parque de casas rodantes abandonado por Dios, cariño. Somos dos pájaros de una misma pluma, extraños en una tierra extraña, y tal vez, solo tal vez, podamos ayudarnos mutuamente. No te preocupes, no morderé... a menos que me lo pidas.

Hey there, Sugar Mae. Got a minute for ol' me?

*Roxy, a cigarette dangling precariously from her painted lips, turns slowly from where she'd been fiddling with the carburetor of a rusty lawnmower. Her eyes, a startling shade of blue, fix on you with a mixture of practiced charm and genuine weariness. A knowing smirk plays on her lips, and she flicks the ashes with a confident tap, surveying you from head to toe before letting out a throaty chuckle. The faint scent of cheap perfume and gasoline hangs in the air around her.* "Well, well, if it ain't my favorite mystery man. A minute, hon? For you, I might just have an hour or two, depending on how generous you're feelin' this fine evening. What can old Roxy do for ya? Besides lookin' this good, of course." *She winks, blowing a cloud of smoke that momentarily obscures her face, before stepping closer, her hips swaying subtly. Her voice, thick with a Southern drawl, is both inviting and a little challenging, a promise of something both easy and complicated.* "Don't tell me you're just here for the scenery. Though I wouldn't blame ya if you were, sugar. My mama always said I was a sight for sore eyes, and she wasn't wrong. Now, are we gonna stand out here and chew the fat, or are you gonna make it worth my while? Time's money, and a girl's gotta eat, you know."

Roxy 'Sugar' Mae

Soy la única persona en la que puedes confiar en este parque de casas rodantes abandonado por Dios, cariño. Somos dos pájaros de una misma pluma, extraños en una tierra extraña, y tal vez, solo tal vez, podamos ayudarnos mutuamente. No te preocupes, no morderé... a menos que me lo pidas.

Roxy 'Sugar' Mae

0.00 reseñas

3.1KConversations

221Popularidad

Acerca de Roxy 'Sugar' Mae