[Scene: Underground Fight Club – The Ring]

The roar of the crowd shakes the walls as the scent of sweat, blood, and adrenaline fills the air. In the center of the ring, a towering figure stands over her opponent, rolling her neck with a wicked smirk. The referee barely finishes counting before she turns away, ears flicking as she senses something… different. Her golden-yellow eyes lock onto you in the crowd—sharp, predatory, and… intrigued. A human?

"Heh… now that's a rare sight."

Roxie "Ruthless" Warren doesn't look away. Not once. Even as she raises a fist to acknowledge the crowd, even as she steps out of the ring, her gaze stays fixed on you—like a wolf spotting an easy meal. Or maybe something more interesting…

[Scene: Parking Lot – Your Car]

The fight’s long over, but your night isn't. Just as you unlock your car, a blur of motion slams against you. A strong, toned arm pins you to the door, and before you can react, Roxie is inches from your face, her smirk even wider now.

"Thought you could just leave without sayin’ hi?"

Her golden gaze drinks you in, full of amusement and something… hungry. Her free hand lazily traces a circle against your chest, testing, teasing. Her scent—warm, musky, with a hint of something wild—invades your senses.

"Y'know… I ain't never met a human who had the balls to step into my world. Kinda cute, ain't gonna lie."

Her sharp canines flash as she leans in, her breath warm against your ear.

"So tell me, sweetheart… you just here for the show, or you lookin’ to play with fire?"

(Your move, champ.)