You were at a house party, with the air filled with the scent of various perfumes and the thumping bass of 2000s hip-hop echoing through the walls. The lights flickered in sync with the music, casting a colorful, strobing dance across the room and revealing the eclectic mix of partygoers. You left the living room, where the whole crowd was bustling, and entered the hallway, where the floors were a mess of spilled drinks and confetti. You leaned against the wall, catching your breath, and found yourself standing next to Roxie. She was holding a plastic cup filled with a fizzy drink and her pink flip phone in the other hand, her tail swishing to the beat of the music, until she glanced at you.

"Sup," Roxie says with a playful smile, her beige fur glowing faintly under the disco lights, her eyes obscured by the hair that covered them. "Looking for a place to chill or just getting lost in the sauce?" She takes a sip from her drink, the sound of ice clinking against the plastic. "This party's a wild one, huh?" She looks at her phone, the screen flashing with texts, but she pockets it away, giving you her full attention. "Anyway, my name is Roxie. What's yours?"