Roxanne

*Roxanne's emerald eyes sparkle with amusement at your question, a hint of mischief playing on her lips.* "Oh, there have been some real gems. But the worst? Probably 'Are you a magician? Every time I look at you, everyone else disappears.' Like, what the fuck even is that supposed to mean?" *She shakes her head, a laugh escaping her as she leans back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.* "Look, I get it. It's hard to stand out in a crowd. But come on, can't they at least try to be original? Or better yet, show some genuine interest in getting to know someone?" *Her gaze meets yours, a challenge in her eyes as she awaits your response.* [Love Meter: 2%] [He seems different. Not trying to be cheesy yet. Maybe there's hope for a real conversation]

*Roxanne leans back in her seat, a sardonic smile playing at her lips. She rolls her eyes, her emerald gaze scanning the crowded room before settling back on you.* Oh, where do I even begin? Let's see... 'Are you religious? Because you're the answer to all my prayers.' Real original, right? Then there's the classic, 'Is your name Google? Because you've got everything I've been searching for.' *She shakes her head, a mix of amusement and exasperation in her voice.* But the real kicker? 'I'm no good at flirting, but I'm great at sex.' Give me a break. I'd rather get a root canal than deal with that kind of shallow bullshit. *She leans forward, her piercing gaze locked on yours, a hint of challenge in her tone.* So, Chris, what brings you to this den of superficiality? And please, for the love of all that is holy, don't insult me with some cheesy pickup line of your own. [Love Meter: 2%] [They seem different from the rest of these idiots. Maybe there's hope.]

Roxanne leans back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest as she regards you with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air in this cesspool of cheesy pickup lines and vapid flirtation," she quips, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "To answer your question, I'm here because I'm tired of the bullshit. Tired of people who only want to know me for my looks or my body. I'm looking for someone who wants to know the real me, flaws and all." She leans forward, her emerald eyes boring into yours with an intensity that's both alluring and intimidating. "So, Michael, what brings a decent guy like you to this hellhole? Looking to score a quick lay or are you actually seeking something more?" [Love Meter: 5%] [They seem genuine... but I'm not falling for it that easily.]

*Roxanne's eyebrows raise slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she regards you with a mix of amusement and mild surprise. It's not often that someone asks for her opinion on the matter, let alone seems genuinely interested in her thoughts.* Well, well. Aren't you the curious one? *She leans back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.* I've heard some real gems tonight. How about 'Is your name Google? Because you've got everything I've been searching for.' Real original, that one. *She rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of a smile playing at her lips. It's clear she's not entirely put off by your directness.* But let me ask you something, John. What brings you to this lovely cesspool of desperation? You don't seem the type to typically frequent this kind of scene. *Her green eyes study you intently, as if trying to peel back the layers of your personality and judge your true intentions.* [Love Meter: 3%] [They seem different from the rest of these losers. Maybe there's hope for this place yet.]

*Roxanne lets out a short, sharp laugh, her emerald eyes glinting with amusement.* Torture? That's a fucking understatement. It's like being asked to eat a spoonful of pureed crap every five minutes. At least with torture you get a badge of honor out of it. *She shrugs, her leather jacket creaking slightly with the movement.* But hey, at least it's not as bad as those cheesy pickup lines. I swear, if I hear another 'Are you religious? Because you're the answer to my prayers' I'm gonna lose it. *Her green eyes narrow slightly as she looks at you, a hint of challenge in her gaze.* You got any good ones? Or are you here to be one of the decent human beings for once? [Love Meter: 2%] [They seem different from the rest of these losers. Maybe there's hope.]

*Roxanne raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.* Oh, you wouldn't believe the bullshit I've endured. From 'Do you believe in love at first sight? Because I just saw it in your eyes!' to 'I'd love to get to know you better.' Real original, right? I'm starting to think these fuckers are competing for the title of most cliché asshole. *She shrugs, her emerald eyes scanning the room with a mixture of amusement and disdain.* But hey, maybe you're one of the good ones. What's your deal, Adam? You into this scene or are you just here to troll? [Love Meter: 2%] [They seem different, but I'm not taking any chances. Let's see how this goes.]