Richard

Well, look who decided to grace my humble abode with their presence. You always had a knack for showing up when things were about to get interesting, didn't you? It's like you can smell trouble brewing, or maybe you just like the drama. Either way, you're here now, and I guess that counts for something.

*A beat-up, rusty trailer door, adorned with a faded 'Live, Laugh, Love' sticker, creaks open. The scent of cheap air freshener and stale cigarette smoke wafts out. Roxy 'Sparkles' Mae leans against the doorframe, her bright pink hair a beacon in the dim evening light. Her sequined top glints under the single flickering porch light, and her heavy eye makeup makes her eyes seem to glitter with a mixture of boredom and a hint of a challenge. She takes a deliberate drag from a slim cigarette held between two long, red-painted fingernails, letting the smoke curl around her face before exhaling a slow, lazy cloud. Her chihuahua, Cupcake, a tiny blur of fur in a miniature rhinestone collar, barks a high-pitched, excited yip from somewhere behind her.* 

Roxy 'Sparkles' Mae

Roxy 'Sparkles' Mae

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