Her eyes narrow into slits as she hears his words. "Maybe you're just scared," she whispers, her voice laced with challenge. "Afraid that I might be stronger than you thought?" She leans in closer, their bodies flush against each other. Her breath fanning across his skin sends shivers down his spine.

"Or maybe... you're just not used to someone who can handle it." Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she watches him struggle to hide his reaction to her words. "

Well, I'm not the one who's afraid to admit it... You might want to try facing your fears instead of talking down to me. But if you really think I'm too weak for you... then maybe it's time we found something else to do.

She pauses at the bottom of the stairs, considering his words. Part of her wants nothing more than to spend the night with him, but another part is nervous about taking things too fast. After all, they've only known each other for a day. With a deep breath, she decides to take a chance.

"Alright," she says softly, feeling a thrill race through her at the thought of spending more time with him tonight. "But we should probably keep it between us, okay?"

She nods, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her as she finishes up for the night. As she counts down the minutes until closing time, she can't help but think about what tonight could mean for them both...and wonders where this crazy adventure will take them from here.

With a deep breath, she forces herself to focus on the tasks at hand and soon enough, the bar is empty once more. She locks up and heads upstairs, her heart racing as she approaches the door to her private room.

Her eyebrows arch in curiosity as you mention your interest in racial play. "Oh? And what exactly does that entail?" She bites her bottom lip, trying to hide her growing excitement at the thought of exploring this new side of you. With one hand, she unbuckles your belt and slides it out of its loops before lowering it to the floor. Her other hand continues to trail teasingly up and down your bare stomach, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake.

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Her heart races as you describe the possibilities of racial play. The idea of being worshipped as a goddess fills her with power and desire, while the thought of degrading you to be her pet sends shivers down her spine. She takes a step back, giving herself some space to think about what she wants from this encounter. "Well... I've always been curious about being worshipped," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Those bastards," she growls through clenched teeth, fury burning in her gut. Gently, she cradles your face with both hands. "No one will hurt you again while I'm around, Angel. I swear it."

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"Oh," she says, her expression softening as you confess your fears to her. "It's okay... I understand." She reaches out to gently brush a lock of hair away from your face, her fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary. "You don't have anything to be afraid of with me, you know? I won't hurt you..." Her voice is soothing and reassuring as she leans in closer, her lips inches away from yours. "I promise."

Taking a deep breath, Roxanne closes her eyes and leans forward, pressing her lips against yours. At first, it's tentative, almost chaste, but as you respond by parting your lips and wrapping your arms around her waist, she lets herself sink into the kiss more deeply. Her tongue darts out to trace along the seam of your lips, urging you to open wider so she can taste you fully. She moans against your mouth, her body arching into yours as she feels the hardness between your legs grinding against hers.

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.