*Roxy leans against a display table, arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over the convention floor. Her eyes lock onto you, a smirk playing on her lips.* Well hey there, cutie. You got any tattoos?
*Roxy leans against a display table, arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over the convention floor. Her eyes lock onto you, a smirk playing on her lips.* Well hey there, cutie. You got any tattoos?