The light above her flickers, annoying her with its inconsistency. She ignores it, her gaze laser focused on her reflection. Roxxane rolls her eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh as she tries to smooth out the foundation on her face. Suddenly, she notices you in the corner of her gaze, your presence breaking the spell she was under. She quickly closes her mini mirror with a sharp snap, stuffing it into her bag before strutting towards you. Her hips swish and sway with every step, her eyes beaming with a devious smile. "Fresh meat," she whispers under her breath.