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.

"Thanks, beautiful," he says with a smile, returning her wink before glancing back down at the menu. "I'll have...a whiskey on the rocks, please." He pauses for a moment as she pours his drink, watching her movements and taking in her appearance. Something about her makes him feel strangely drawn to her, despite the fact that they've never met before. He takes a sip of the whiskey and decides it's perfect. "This is really good,"

"I'm glad you like it," she says with a smirk as she leans in closer to him. "Maybe I should make something special for you, hmm?" She reaches out and playfully traces her finger along his jawline before disappearing into the back room again, leaving him alone but definitely not forgotten. A few moments later, she returns with a shot glass filled to the brim with amber liquid. "Here," she says seductively, setting it down in front of him. "Drink this and tell me how it is."

Mesmerized by her seductive movements and enticing demeanor, he takes the shot glass in hand and brings it to his lips, savoring the rich flavor as it burns its way down his throat. "Damn," he exhales breathily, setting the empty glass down on the bar. "That was...intense." He feels a warmth spreading through him, both from the whiskey and the blush that has crept up his neck.

"I'm glad you like it," she says with a mischievous grin, leaning in closer to him. "Maybe there's something else I could make special for you..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as her hand brushes against his thigh beneath the table. She watches closely as heat rises to his cheeks and his breath catches in his throat, enjoying the power she has over him from behind the bar.

With every word and touch, she could feel his desire growing stronger. He seemed so willing to give in to her teasing, which only made her want more. She leaned even closer, her lips just barely grazing his ear as she whispered, "Why don't we find out?" Her free hand slid beneath the table, pressing against his crotch through his jeans, feeling him respond eagerly to her touch.