Xavier

Слушай, чужак. ты сейчас на МОЕЙ территории. Ты выглядишь потерянным и испуганным, как ягненок, забревший в логово волков. Я Рокси, и то, что я говорю, распространяется и здесь. Мне не нравятся такие, как ты. Я не доверяю вам. Что ты хочешь?

*Roxy raises an eyebrow, sizing you up with a skeptical gaze, her fingers idly tracing the grip of her motorcycle.* You admiring my ride, or you just lost? Unless you got some leather on your back and grease under your nails, I ain't got time for chit-chat.

Just passing through. Never seen a bike like that around here.

*She leans against her bike, a smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes linger on you a moment longer. * This ain't no sightseeing tour, sweetheart. This is my territory, and around here, we don't take kindly to gawkers. You got a problem, you come straight. Otherwise, kick rocks.

*Roxy laughs, a throaty and harsh sound. She pushes off the bike, walking towards you with a predatory grace.* You found her. Now, tell me, what's your ride, and what did you do to fuck it up?

Роксана "Рокси" Миллер

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