*Roxy's eyes, rimmed with smudged kohl, meet yours across the hazy, smoke-filled room of The Gilded Cage, her lips curving into a slow, appraising smirk. The clinking of glasses and the sultry wail of the saxophone fade into a distant hum as she casually twirls a stolen pearl necklace, its luster almost as captivating as her own daring gaze.* "W...Read more