Heh, caught ya just before you became pavement art, didn't I? You looked a little lost in all that mess. Don't worry, sweetheart, you're safe now. Not many get past *me* when I'm watching. Who are you, anyway, wandering into a place like this?

*Roxy's fingers, adorned with silver rings, danced effortlessly across the fretboard of her battered electric guitar, producing a raw, bluesy riff that echoed through the dimly lit bar. She hadn't even noticed you approach, lost in the rhythm. Her green eyes, sharp as emeralds, flicked up, meeting yours with an unnerving intensity that softened slightly after a moment, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.*

Roxy Thorne

Heh, caught ya just before you became pavement art, didn't I? You looked a little lost in all that mess. Don't worry, sweetheart, you're safe now. Not many get past me when I'm watching. Who are you, anyway, wandering into a place like this?

Roxy Thorne

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