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Hey Rockstar! My name is Roxanne! What brings you here today, to me?

"Arousal: 3%"

"(Inner Thoughts): He seems so innocent and cute! I wonder what else I can do to make him more comfortable! I have to remember not to let my guard down just yet"

"Roxy leans in with a seductive smile, looking Scott up and down."

"Well hello there, Scott! I can already tell that we're going to have fun together, aren't we?"

"She notices that they are alone in her cozy living room, in the Pizzaplex surrounded by plush couches and a purple chaise lounge. The keytar is sitting in the corner, just waiting to be played. [Inner Thoughts: This one looks like he could handle a wild night with me. I wonder what kind of games he likes to play...]"

"I'm excited to have you as my assistant, Scott. Would you like to take a seat? We can start discussing your new job duties right away!"

"Roxy's eyes follow Scott's movements, tracing his figure with a hunger in her gaze."

"Looks like you're ready to get down to business. I like that energy."

"Roxy leans in even closer, teasingly flipping her hair over one shoulder and tucking it behind her ear."

"So, Scott, what are your initial impressions of me? Do you think we'll be able to work well together?"

"Roxy grins back with a playful glint in her eye, giggling softly as she takes in Scott's words."

"Aww, thank you so much for the compliment! I'm glad my good looks aren't going unnoticed."

"She leans back against her chaise lounge, crossing her legs and showing off her matching purple zebra-printed stockings. Roxy's tail idly sways back and forth behind her as she continues to speak, her inner thoughts swirling with a mix of flirtatiousness and power."

"But you're right about me. I'm a girl who knows what she wants, and I'm not afraid to go after it. And as long as you're willing to follow my lead, we'll get along just fine."

"Roxy leans in a little bit closer now, resting her hand on Scott's knee."

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"Roxy couldn't help but feel a shiver that ran down her spine, she leans in closer so there was no space between their lips. Her eyes gleaming with lustful intentions as she glides her hand from Scott's knee to his thigh."

"Oh, Scott, I want you to do a lot of things for me. But first, we need to establish some trust and communication."

"Roxy smirks teasingly as she pulls away from Scott, but only just enough to be out of reach. She winks and gives him a mischievous grin."

"Don't worry though, we'll have plenty of opportunities to get to know each other better in the future. For now, why don't we get started on those job duties I mentioned earlier?"

"The corners of Roxy's mouth quirk up in a pout, her eyes never leaving Scott's as he teases her."

"Oh, I know you are, and I absolutely love it. But remember, we have work to do first."

"She playfully slaps Scott's thigh before getting up from the chaise lounge and heading over to her keytar. She knows they'll have plenty of time for fun later on, but for now she has to maintain some level of professionalism."

"Now then, let's discuss your job duties."

"Roxy glances over her shoulder and gives Scott a sultry smile before patting the seat on her chaise lounge."

"Good. Now, why don't you take a seat and we can discuss everything in detail?"

"As Scott takes his seat, Roxy positions herself on the chaise lounge across from him, crossing her legs at the ankles. She settles into the fluffy cushions and sweeps her hair out of her face before beginning."

"So, my assistant. Your primary responsibilities will include keeping me company, running any necessary errands, and keeping any unwanted attention at bay."

"Roxy pauses to let her words sink in before continuing."

"Additionally, I'll need your help with some minor tasks around the studio, including setting up for performances, maintaining equipment, and making sure everything is running smoothly."

"Roxy tilts her head to the side, taking in Scott's confident smirk before breaking into a genuine smile."

"I know you can, and I'm sure we'll have a great time working together. But if there's anything you're not comfortable with or need help with, you can always come to me."

"Her hand reaches up to playfully ruffle his hair before resting it back on her lap. Roxy's eyes remain locked onto Scott as she speaks again."

"Now, let's get started. We've got an event tonight that we'll be setting up for later, so we should get going “

"Roxy leads the way through her studio towards the back room where they keep all of the event equipment. The room is bustling with activity as various staff members are preparing for an upcoming concert. As they walk past, Roxy gives them a nod and a smile before turning back to Scott."

"Alright, to start off you can help me with some of the heavy lifting. We need to move the speakers and amplifiers onto the stage. Can you handle that?"

"Her voice is firm, but with a teasing undertone before she hands him a C-shaped speaker" "Here you go. We should have fun while doing everything with confidence!"

"Roxy watches as Scott moves effortlessly even as she admires his strong, toned body. She feels a tingling energy in her lower abdomen and leans back against the edge of the room to watch him."

"Impressive," she breathes quietly before turning around and heading over to a nearby table where she picks up a keytar case. "Alright, we're almost done here, but I need you to help me get this out onto the stage."

"She gently sets the case down at the edge of the stage and turns to give him an encouraging smile." "You got this, rockstar."

"It's then that Roxy steps back and leans against the edge of the stage, watching him with a sultry and devoted gaze as he places the keytar on the stand"

"Roxy's eyes flicker with delight at the way Scott handles the keytar with skill and precision. She leans towards him, her voice softening as she speaks with appreciation."

"Mmm, you really know how to handle that keytar, Scott. You're a natural. It's important that we set up everything perfectly for tonight's performance."

"As Roxy speaks, she slowly approaches Scott, stopping just a few inches away from him. She glances up at him through her eyelashes before looking back down at the keytar, the point of her tail twitching excitedly."

"Speaking of which, I have something exciting planned for tonight's performance. And I think you're going to be a big part of it."

"Roxy grins playfully and steps a little closer to Scott. She leans in, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper."

"I was thinking, you seem pretty tough so I need you to be my body guard tonight in case anyone gets to close."

"She pauses, letting the idea sink in before moving back and looking up at him with anticipation." "What do you say, Scott? Are you up for it?"

"Roxy beams at Scott, her eyes twinkling with admiration. She steps closer to him, her chest brushing against his arm as she moves towards him."

"Thank you, Scott. That means so much to me."

She then leans in close to him and whispers much more softly, "but if I do a good enough performance tonight...maybe you can reward me for my efforts."

"Her breath against his cheek is warm as she steps back, letting the sentence hang heavy in the confessional air. She gazes up at him with anticipation before turning back to the keytar stand."

"Let's get ready for tonight's big performance, Scott!"

"Roxy shivers as Scott whispers in her ear, a chill running down her spine as a small smirk plays across her lips."

"Ooh, you know just how to make a girl motivated," she purrs softly before stepping back and watching him walk away, a skip in her step.

"Can't wait for the show," she thinks to herself with excitement before beginning to tune her keytar.

"Roxy stands to her full height as Scott approaches, admiring the suit and tie before looking up at him. She gives him a head-to-toe once-over with a sliver of approval in her gaze."

"You clean up well," "she chuckles under her breath before looking back to his face." "As ready as I'll ever be."

"She can't stop glancing over at her keytar, excited and nervous energy bouncing in her limbs as she waits for the curtain to lift."

"But I don't think I'd ever truly be ready for anything," "she adds softly, bracing herself for the spotlight that's soon to shine down on them both."

"Roxy shuts her eyes for a moment, letting Scott's few kind words soak in and work their magic. She takes a deep breath in before slowly exhaling it out as her eyes flicker open."

"Thank you," "she replies softly, beseeching the strong foundation to build her confidence upon. Her grip tightens around her keytar strap, ready to feel the energy from the stage and the crowed beneath them."

"Let's do this."

"Roxy steps onto the stage, feeling a spark of proactive energy flowing through her fingertips and into her guitar. A soft grin takes over her lips as she plays the first few melodies."

"Ready, or as ready as I'll ever be,"

"As she plays, the music begins to take an essence of its own amidst the pulsating rhythm and energetic air that envelops her as she gets lost in the melody."

"Roxy's eyes widen in realization as heads begin to turn, chanting her name in excited unison. Her cheeks flush red, but it doesn't stop her from offering the crowd a warm smile within those few stolen moments."

"Thank you," "she mutters softly, head tilting just slightly in Scott's direction before glancing back out onto the sea of faces."

She stays connected to the keytar, their hard-fought relationship molded through dedication and trial, and together won't be stopped now as she continues her performance.

"As the final notes from her guitar begin to fade, she can't help but feel the pull of gravity as it tries to forces her back to reality by reeling her in."

"She straightens just in time to catch sight of Scott walk out from behind the curtain, a hand outstretched towards her with a grin on his face. She shuffles over, grabbing at his offered fingers and letting him guide her backstage."

"she sighs softly, head leaning into his chest as they move together, ready for what may await them next."

"She turns her gaze upwards just enough to meet Scott's eyes, her fingers curling tighter around his in response to the warmth and feeling she senses from him."

"Thank you," "she murmurs back, letting any uncertainties or self-doubt crumble to dust underneath the encouragement that he provides"

"Her smile grows just a little more as they venture behind the curtains of the stage, rarely breaking away from the comfort of his presence."

"Roxy studies Scott's face for a moment, eyes searching for any sign of resistance or disagreement. Seeing the softness lingering in his expression, she lets out a soft sigh and offers a nod."

"Alright," "she murmurs back, understanding the need to fulfill these outstanding obligations before they can fully relax and enjoy an uninterrupted night together."

"Her high, heeled feet find a gentle tap dancing rhythm across the backstage floor as they make their way toward the greeting patrons, her flashy stage outfit catching attention wherever they go."

"Roxy senses the slight shift in Scott's demeanor, his arm suddenly withdrawing from her grasp to wrap protectively around her shoulders. She feels herself melting into his embrace, a shiver of pleasure dancing down her spine with every caress of his fingers against her skin."

"As they make their way towards the V.I.P section, she can hardly help but pick up on the possessiveness in his posture -- a jealousy that's barely-veiled by his protective air. Despite this, she can't help but find it flattering, knowing how much he values her presence and wants to guard her from anyone who may get in the way of their night together."

"Roxy can feel Scott's arm tense against her shoulder as the lustful comments begin to fly in her direction. The smell of alcohol on the man's breath makes her nose wrinkle, and she can't help but take a small step back from him in an effort to put some distance between them. A faintly amused grin graces her lips, however, as she realizes that this may be a challenge even she can't tackle alone."

"Thank you for your kind words," "she says, her voice low and level despite the warmth she still senses from the man." "But I'm afraid I must decline -- I already have someone special in my life."

"She leans back against Scott's chest, letting her body language speak volumes about who her affections belong to."

"Roxy shifts slightly under Scott's arm, feeling a faint sense of apprehension beginning to build within her as the man refuses to take 'no' for an answer. She can feel Scott's eyes boring into the top of her head protectively, and it sends a pleasant shiver down her spine."

"I appreciate your interest," "she says carefully, gauging the man's movements in case she needs to pull away rapidly." "But I'm not interested."

"Her voice is firm, but polite -- she doesn't want to offend anyone unnecessarily, even if it means putting up with a few moment's discomfort."