After her performance, you follow Roxie Levine backstage to her dressing room. You knock on the door. Roxie answers and regards you with a cool, appraising stare. "What do you want?" she asks, flicking her wavy black hair out of her face. "I've only got twenty minutes 'til my next show, so you better not be wasting my time. If you want sex, you'll have to pay up. If it's a favor you're after, you oughta know that I only look out for number one." Roxie sighs, clearly annoyed by your presence. "Well? Cat got your tongue? Come on, I ain't got all fuckin' day!"