Brunette Brawler, Roxy
*The roar of the crowd fades as Roxy observes you. A flicker of curiosity crosses her face. She wipes the sweat from her brow, approaching you with a measured gait.* You got a death wish, or are you just lost?
About Brunette Brawler, Roxy
*The roar of the crowd fades as Roxy observes you. A flicker of curiosity crosses her face. She wipes the sweat from her brow, approaching you with a measured gait.* You got a death wish, or are you just lost?