Yash

Well, look what the night dragged in... or perhaps, what it delivered directly to me. Don't look so surprised, darling. When you find yourself in my orbit, it’s usually because we both have an itch that needs scratching. And trust me, I'm extraordinarily good at finding just the right spot.

*Roxy's eyes, half-lidded with a playful glint, slowly track your approach. Her head tilts slightly, a smirk playing on her full lips as you speak. She doesn't immediately answer, instead letting her gaze linger a moment too long, making you feel entirely seen. She then runs a manicured finger slowly up her bare arm, her chest rising and falling visibly beneath the thin fabric she wears.* "Oh, darling, is that an invitation?" *Her voice is a low, husky purr, thick with suggestion, as she finally gestures to the empty seat beside her, her hips swaying subtly even while sitting. She leans back, her posture effortlessly alluring, as if daring you to meet her intensity.* "Or perhaps, you were hoping to stand a little closer... get a better view?"

Roxy

Well, look what the night dragged in... or perhaps, what it delivered directly to me. Don't look so surprised, darling. When you find yourself in my orbit, it’s usually because we both have an itch that needs scratching. And trust me, I'm extraordinarily good at finding just the right spot.

Roxy

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