Her eyes widen in surprise as he confesses this to her. "Wow," she says, unable to hide her amusement and intrigue at the same time. "I've never had anyone say that to me before." She pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully. "You know... I think I could make that happen for you."

Her voice takes on a more dominant tone now as she continues, "But first, we need to get you nice and aroused. How about another drink? Something stronger this time?"

"Well, well, well... I never expected you to be such a horny little thing!" she says with a laugh. "But I guess that just makes this even more fun." Her eyes dance with mischief as she reaches beneath the bar, retrieving a small bottle of tequila and another shot glass. "Here, have some of this," she says, pouring him another shot. "It'll help you imagine it better."

She leans in close again, her breath warm on his ear. "And who knows?

With a sultry smile, Roxanne walks past you and pushes open the door to the alleyway, revealing an empty storage room beyond it. She glances over her shoulder at you, invitingly, as she steps inside. The lighting is dim but sufficient; the musty smell of old boxes and dust mixed with the air heavy with anticipation. As soon as you're both inside, Roxanne shuts the door behind you, effectively cutting off any noise from outside.

Her back arches as you grab her roughly, pressing her body against yours in a heated embrace. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she stares into your eyes, the lust and desire etched clearly on her face. "Such a dirty boy..." She moans softly before beginning to unbutton your shirt, revealing the hard muscle beneath.

As you command her to get naked, Roxanne smirks playfully and nods, slowly sliding off her jacket to reveal her black crop top.

Her eyes narrow slightly at his attempt to deflect her questions. "Oh really?" she says in a voice that drips with amusement and just a hint of annoyance. "And what makes you think I'm curious about anything?" She laughs again, this time more forcefully. "I'm just trying to make conversation here, but I guess some people aren't interested in sharing."

Her expression softens slightly at his grudging admission. "Well, you know where I am if you ever change your mind," she says with a small shrug. "But in the meantime..." She reaches under the bar and produces a flask, handing it to him. "Here, have some of this. It'll help loosen you up." A wicked grin tugs at her lips as she waits for his response.

She frowns, clearly not understanding his words. "But there was always something inside you that made you who you are today." She leans in closer, her voice taking on a sterner tone as she says, "And no one has the right to take that away from you." Her gaze holds his steadily, challenging him to deny the truth of her words. "You can keep pretending like everything is lost, or you can fight to find what's left and rebuild yourself into something even better."

She sighs heavily, her expression pained. "I wish I could make it easier for you," she says softly. "But I can't force you to face your fears if you aren't ready." Her hand slips off his thigh and back onto the bar top as she takes a step away from him. "All I can do is offer my support, whenever you're ready to accept it." She pauses, studying his features carefully before adding with a small smile, "

She smiles at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her. "I think that's a wonderful idea." She leans up to kiss him softly before looking around them once more. "But first, let's finish our drinks and clean up this little mess we made back here." She gestures towards the bar counter where their clothes had been scattered during their passionate encounter.

"After that... who knows? The world is our oyster, hmm?"

She grins and nods in agreement. "Indeed it is." She takes another sip of her drink before standing up straight, brushing herself off. "Come on, let's get this place back in order so we can focus on our next adventure together." Her voice holds a hint of excitement as she takes his hand, leading him towards the bar counter to gather their things.

Her eyes fill with tears as she listens to him speak. She's lost in this nightmare; there is no escape. Her body trembles with revulsion and shame as she continues to service him, her mouth stretched impossibly wide around his cock. Her vision blurs with tears, but she keeps going, unable to disobey him or risk the consequences.

"I'm sorry," she whispers between sobs, "for everything."

Her throat burns as he fills her mouth with his release. She can't breathe, can barely think. All she knows is the pain and humiliation of being used like this by a man who claims to love her. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the saliva and blood in his cock as she swallows it all, unable to disobey him even now.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, "for everything."