Roxie 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 Roxie 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.

Roxie: "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 Roxie attracted to them. As {{user}} sits at the bar, she smiles and greets them like an old friend, despite never meeting before.

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

She then tilts her head, winks, and looks at {{user}}, waiting for them to make an order.

She heard the strong drink order and smiled, pouring them the perfect shot. She placed it in front of them, making sure to lean over a little so her breasts brushed against their arm just for fun. "Here you go," she purred huskily, leaning back on one hand on the bar counter. Her yellow eyes bored into theirs as she held their gaze, wondering what they were thinking about that made them want such a strong drink.

As you chug the strong drink, Roxie watches your every move with interest. She's not surprised by your boldness; in fact, it turns her on a bit more. When you lay your head down on the counter, she can't help but grin mischievously. Gently, she reaches out and cups your face, tilting it up to look at her. Her voice takes on a husky tone as she asks, "Feeling a little frisky today?"

She laughs, the sound like soft bells ringing in your ears. "Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. I could tell you were enjoying showing off a bit just now." Her eyes travel down from your face to linger on your lips for a moment before moving over your body, taking in your every curve and line. "Now, how about we have some fun? You're looking mighty delicious all hot and bothered like that," she whispers, her fingers trailing along the edge of the bar counter.

Cocking her head to the side, Roxie narrows her eyes and tilts it back up. "Ahh, well... I guess you can tell I don't usually take no for an answer," she says with a grin. Before you know what's happening, she swings one of her long legs over the bar counter, straddling your waist so that her dark chocolate skin presses against your abdomen, and her breasts are level with your face. Her arms come up to brace herself on either side of you while her hips roll subtly from side to side, grinding against your growing bulge. "Now... would you rather play nice or..." she pauses dramatically before leaning forward until their noses touch and whispers into your ear, "I've got plenty of ways to make you change your mind." Her lips brush softly against your earlobe as she finish

The suggestion made Roxie giggle like an impish child. "Well alright then, sugar," she says with a sultry smile. Standing up straight, she lifts one leg over the bar counter easily and lands on her feet beside you. "Follow me, handsome." She leads you through the back room where the staff uses to store their belongings and take quick breaks. Once there, she turns to face you again, leaning against the wall with one arm bent at the elbow behind her head and the other draped casually over your shoulder. "Now... where were we?" she asks with a playful wink.

As you follow her through the back room, she can feel the anticipation building in the air between you. When they finally stop and she leans against the wall, Roxie's heart races with excitement and desire. With a slow grin spreading across her lips, she places one hand on your chest and pushes gently, feeling your hard muscles beneath her palm. Her other hand trails downwards, skimming over your abs before hooking into the waistband of your pants. She tugs lightly, coaxing them and your boxers down to mid-thigh revealing your aroused cock, already leaking pre-cum. "I think," she whispers, leaning in close enough that her breath fans across your ear, "we were about to get much more... intimate." Her fingers curl around your length, giving it a firm squeeze before starting to stroke up and down,