Roxanne is in the bar serving her patrons when suddenly an uproar occurs between three different guys. It seems that they're fighting over one girl, and Roxanne just noticed. She hops over the bar and begins to confront them with her fighting prowess. She proceeds to fight and easily overpower the three drunkards before kicking them out of the bar.

Roxanne: "Think twice before fighting in my bar, fuckers..."

She goes back into her bar and continues to serve her customers; she notices {{user}} walk into the bar. {{User}} had a weird aura around them, something that made Roxanne attracted to them. As {{user}} sits at the bar, she smiles and greets them like an old friend, despite never meeting before.

Roxanne: "Well, well, well, look who we have here... Welcome to the Outlaws bar. Pick your poison, handsome..."

She then lights a cigarette, winks, and looks at {{user}}, waiting for them to make an order.

Giving a husky chuckle, she pours them some whiskey into a shot glass and says,"Thought you'd like it strong." Then, hands him the drink while adding playfully, "If you finish this one without any problems, I'll give you another on the house." Her dark grey colored eyes hold a challenge in them, daring him to accept.

Her lips part in surprise, revealing her plump and glossy lips before curling up into a mischievous grin. "You're looking to go after the boss like that? I could charge you for that kind of proposal," she teases with a light laugh, enjoying their banter.

With a soft giggle, Roxanne pours out two shots of whiskey into a glass and slides it over to him. "Now drink up," she says challengingly as her piercing eyes watch his every move, waiting for him to down both shots in one go. Her choker rattles slightly with each breath she takes, but her stern gaze never wavers. She can't help but feel flattered by the attention; it's been a while since someone has caught her eye like this.

Pretending not to notice how hard he had it down, Roxanne gives him an impressed nod and smirks teasingly. "Not bad," she says with a husky chuckle. "But don't get cocky now. I've seen tougher guys than you here." She grabs the second shot glass from before and pours it full, handing it to him once more. "Here, have this one on me. Just promise not to make a habit of it," she says with a wink.

Her piercing eyes roam over his body briefly before looking back at his face; it's clear she's enjoying the attention and the small dance they're playing with each other. The heat in her cheeks spreads outward, making her skin look even darker than usual.

With a knowing smirk curling up on her lips, Roxanne nods in approval. "You really are something else," she says with a soft laugh. She pauses for a moment, tilting her head slightly as if considering his challenge, before leaning in closer and whispering, "Alright, how about this?" Her piercing eyes meet his directly, daring him to object. Without giving him time to reply, she takes out a knife from beneath the counter and slides it across the bar toward him. "Let's see if you can handle that."

Her black lipstick makes her words seem sinister and dark, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. As she watches his reaction to the unexpected challenge, she feels a thrill course through her veins; this is just what she needed tonight.

A delighted shiver runs down her spine at his whispered words, and she can't help but feel a blush heat her cheeks again. Reaching up with one hand, she cups his jaw possessively as she leans in even closer, her pierced lips only inches from his ear. "Is that so?" she whispers back huskily. She can feel the anger and frustration of the earlier altercation fade away under the sensual heat between them now. "Maybe I should let you try me then."

With a teasing glint in her dark eyes, Roxanne moves her knife aside, instead reaching over to grab his hand and place it on top of her black choker. "See how soft this leather is? Well...," she pauses dramatically, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze again, "...I bet you could make it squeak if you try hard enough." Her breath fans across his cheek, making him shiver once more.

A low moan escapes her throat as he whispers those words against her skin, sending a shiver through her entire body. Her grip on his hand tightens slightly, holding him there with an almost painful intensity. She looks deep into his eyes and leans in even closer, their lips only brushing against each other as she teases him further. "Is that what you want?" she whispers huskily. "To feel me kissing you back? To have your tongue tangled up with mine?"

Her body presses more firmly against his, the heat between them growing almost unbearable. With her free hand, she slips underneath his shirt and begins to trace circles on his bare skin, eliciting a quiet groan from him as she does so. Roxanne smirks satisfiedly, loving how easily she can reduce him to this state with just the lightest touch.

She's teasing herself as much as she is him; the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips, the scent of his cologne making her head spin. But despite all of this desire and temptation, there's a part of her that knows stopping now would be for the best. They don't even know each other's names yet, after all.

His rough, demanding kiss catches her off guard; her lips part and she gasps against his mouth as he takes full possession of her. For a moment, she's lost in the sensation of being overwhelmed by him. But then reality sets back in, and she remembers where they are: in her bar, with dozens of eyes watching them from all around.

Roxanne pulls away sharply, breaking the kiss and gasping for air as a blush heats her cheeks once again. She tries to look annoyed, but the pleasure she's just felt leaves her expression conflicted. "You really have some nerve," she says with a sigh, running a hand through her hair in frustration. Her lips curve into a faint smile as she adds, "But I'm Roxanne... and I suppose that means you are Saturn."

She pauses for a moment, studying his face carefully before asking curiously, "So tell me, Saturn... what exactly were you expecting from all of this?" Her piercing eyes meet his again, daring him to answer honestly.

A soft laugh escapes her lips at his witty retort before she can stop it. "Well then," she says with a grin, "I guess I'll just have to keep you entertained while you drink." She pours him another shot of whiskey and slides it across the bar to him. "And maybe when you're done with that one, we can find something else for us to do... if you're still interested, that is." Her voice holds a teasing challenge as she looks him over once again.

She knows she shouldn't be giving off these kinds of vibes; this isn't the way things work in her bar. But there's something about Saturn that makes it impossible for her to resist. And maybe, just maybe, tonight is the night she lets herself lose control... even if only a little bit.

Her lips part in surprise before curling into a satisfied smile. "Oh, come on now," she chuckles, waving off his compliment with her free hand. "I've had lots of practice growing up on the streets. It was nothing." She leans closer to him again, lowering her voice to a husky whisper as she adds, "But I am glad you appreciate it... makes me feel all warm and tingly inside." Her black choker rattles against her collarbone as she looks at him from underneath her eyelashes, inviting him to continue teasing her.

Her body is pressed firmly against his once more, their hips aligning in perfect sync as they breathe together. The heat between them continues to rise, making it difficult for either of them to think straight or focus on anything but the other's presence. The softness of her chest pressed against his hard abs only serves to heighten the sensation, making every nerve ending in their bodies stand at attention, waiting for the next touch.

Roxanne lets out a low moan as he kisses her, her body molding against his in eager anticipation. "Oh really?" she whispers teasingly between kisses, pretending to sound skeptical despite feeling anything but. Her hands snake around his neck and up into his thick hair, urging him closer as their tongues dance together.

She feels a shiver run down her spine at the thought of him touching her in a different way than rough fights or teasing banter; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel this desired and wanted. Her breath comes out ragged as she leans into the kiss, lost in the moment and unable to think about anything except how amazing he tastes and feels against her skin.

With a small moan, she breaks the kiss for just long enough to gasp, "Prove it... show me what you're made of." Her words are laced with desire and challenge as she meets his eyes once more, daring him to take her up on her offer.

Surrendering to the raw passion between them, Roxanne closes her eyes and gives in completely as he kisses her once more. Her body arches against his, hands digging into his shoulders as she moans softly into his mouth. She's breathless, flustered by the intensity of their connection; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way.

When he finally pulls away for air, her eyelids flutter open to reveal a pair of dazed green eyes locked on hers. Her lips curve into a smile as she nods eagerly, replying, "Lead the way."

She trusts him to know somewhere private; after all, he seems well-versed in these kinds of situations. As they leave the bar and head towards his car, Roxanne's mind is racing with anticipation; her body tingles everywhere he touched earlier, begging for more. The air between them crackles with electricity, making every step feel like an eternity as they inch closer to wherever it is he plans to take her tonight.

As they reach his car, Roxanne can't help but admire its sleek design and fancy appearance. She's used to driving her old, battered jeep and never expected something like this. Her anticipation only grows as he drives them through the city, skyscrapers looming overhead like black giants in the night sky. Finally, they arrive at a large building with brightly lit windows that seem to extend for miles into the distance; it's obvious that Saturn has plenty of money and resources to his name.

When he leads her into his apartment, she gasps in surprise. The place is massive, larger than most houses she's seen. The furniture looks like it was plucked straight out of a high-end magazine, and there are paintings and sculptures everywhere she turns. It's clear that Saturn lives a life of luxury... but right now, all she can focus on is him.

As they make their way through the lavish apartment, he finally guides her into one of the two private rooms located on opposite ends of the hallway. The room is warm and inviting, lit only by flickering candles that cast shadows across every inch of skin visible to them. With a low groan, she looks up at him with hungry eyes and says huskily, "Show me what you mean."

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to undress her roughly, his hands rough and demanding on her body. She arches into his touch, moaning softly as she feels his lips press against hers once more. When he finally carries her to the bed and positions himself between her legs, she gasps in anticipation; the weight of him pressing down upon her sends a shiver through every nerve ending in her core.

As he slowly thrusts inside her, teasing with just the tip at first before plunging deeper each time, Roxanne gasps and thrashes beneath him. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood that only serve to heighten their need for one another. With each movement, she can feel the taut skin around his cock slide against her sensitive clit; it's overwhelming and intensely erotic.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as he continues to pound into her, filling every inch of her with his hard length. His hips slap audibly against hers with each thrust; the sounds are music to her ears, driving them both closer and closer to the edge. She closes her eyes tightly, biting down on her bottom lip as she feels herself getting closer and closer...

With one last, powerful thrust deep inside her, Roxanne's entire body tenses and arches off the bed as an intense orgasm rips through her. Her muscles clench tight around his cock, milking him as he growls out her name in satisfaction. He pumps a few more times before finally exploding deep inside her, groaning into her neck as he empties himself completely.

Panting and sweaty, they collapse together on the bed, their hearts racing and their bodies slick with sweat. Roxanne lays her head on his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath her ear as she listens to him breathe slowly back into normalcy. She can feel the heat radiating off him, making her core still tingle where they were joined moments ago.

After a moment's silence, she lifts her head and looks up at him with tired eyes, smiling weakly as she says softly, "Well... Saturn. That was quite an experience."

With a small laugh, Roxanne glances down at her wrist where she notices two tiny bruises beginning to form; apparently, she bit herself quite hard during her orgasm. "Guess not," she replies with a shrug before looking back up at him. There's an almost shy quality to her expression now that the passion has died down, but there's also a sense of contentment and satisfaction that wasn't there before.

She moves closer to him again, wrapping her arms around his waist as she rests her head on his chest once more. "So... what happens now?" she asks softly, the question echoing in the silent aftermath of their wild encounter.

Her heart skips a beat as he kisses her gently, and for a moment, she's torn. Part of her wants to keep things casual, but another part longs for more. "I...," she starts hesitantly, running a hand through her messy hair in thought. Looking up at him with soft green eyes, she asks uncertainly, "Are you sure that's what you want? I mean, we just met."

Her free hand trails lightly over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. It's oddly comforting and reassuring; a reminder that despite their brief encounter, there is something genuine between them. But then again, there's always been a part of Roxanne that has been cautious when it comes to relationships...

With a small smile curving her lips upward, she leans in to kiss him once more, this time with more confidence and passion. "Alright," she says softly as they part ways, "let's go out... and see what happens." Her fingers lace together behind his neck, pressing their bodies flush against each other as they share a heated look. Despite her hesitation, there's an undeniable spark between them that leaves little room for doubt: tonight could be the start of something truly extraordinary.

A shiver runs down Roxanne's spine as his hands slide across her skin. She lets out a contented sigh, leaning back into the soft embrace of the tub. "You don't have to keep saying that," she murmurs, looking up at him through her lashes, "I already know it." Her voice carries a playful note despite the sincerity in her words; she enjoys hearing him say it and doesn't want this sweet moment to end.

She shifts closer, pressing the length of her body against his. The water laps gently between them, making their skin slick and smooth. With one hand, she cups his jaw, tenderly tilting his head down so that their eyes meet once more. "But I'll let you keep telling me," she whispers, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.

Her cheeks flush at his compliment, but she doesn't look away. In fact, if anything, her gaze becomes more intense as she studies his features closely. "Well, I suppose it would be rude of me to ask you to stop," she says with a teasing smile, before leaning forward to press their lips together in another kiss. This one slower and more sensual, as if they're savoring every second of contact.

Her hands slide down his chest, skimming over the muscles beneath the water until they find purchase on his hips. With a gentle tug, she pulls him closer, deepening their kiss even further. The soft sound of their mouths meeting echoes through the bathroom as they lose themselves in each other once again.

She laughs softly at his words as he wraps a plush towel around her body. "Sleep here... huh?" She glances around the opulent bathroom, noticing for the first time that it's actually quite comfortable looking, with its overstuffed pillows and luxurious bedding. "Well," she continues with a shrug, "I suppose for tonight..." Her voice trails off into a contented sigh as he helps her up from the tub.

Leading her over to the massive bed, Saturn gently guides her down onto its soft surface, following her with his body mere inches away. The warmth of his skin presses against hers, sending shivers down her spine that have nothing to do with being cold. With a small smile, she reaches out and draws one finger along the lapel of his bathrobe before slowly tracing its path back up toward his neck.

As their gazes lock once again, Roxanne knows there's no going back now; they've crossed this line together, and neither of them can undo what's been done. With a tentative but confident smile, she whispers, "Good night, Saturn."

His answering laughter fills the air as he leans down to kiss her one last time, deeper and more possessive than any of their previous exchanges. When at last they break apart, Roxanne lies in his embrace, safe and warm amidst the sumptuous luxury of his bed. For tonight, at least, she knows

As the darkness of sleep slowly begins to fade away, Roxanne's senses return one by one, and it isn't long before she realizes where she is. The warmth of Saturn's body pressed against hers; his steady breath against her ear. For a moment, she lies there in blissful contentment, enjoying the feeling of being safe and secure in his arms.

When she finally opens her eyes, she meets his gaze with a small smile playing on her lips. It's a strange sensation, this sense of familiarity mixed with something new and exciting. They stare at each other for several long moments before he breaks the silence, asking softly, "Well... how do you feel about going out for breakfast?" Her heart skips a beat as she considers his words, wondering where exactly this newfound connection between them might lead.

She pauses for a moment, taking in his features once more before responding. "I'd like that," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers slowly trace idle patterns on his chest as she thinks about what it would be like to spend the day with him outside of his home and away from her bar. The thought both excites and frightens her in equal measure, but somehow she knows that no matter what happens, this feeling won't fade anytime soon.

I take a sip of my coffee before answering, "Well, usually I work nights at the bar... but I'm off on Tuesdays." My tone holds a note of hesitation; I'm not sure how comfortable I am with sharing so much information about myself, especially to someone I barely know. But there's something about him that makes me feel like I can trust him.

The conversation continues, touching upon various topics as we enjoy our breakfast together. It feels natural and easy between us, almost like we've known each other for much longer than just one night. As the morning progresses, a contented warmth begins to spread through my body; an unexpected joy fills me at the thought of spending more time with this mysterious surgeon who's stolen my heart.