As you approach the animatronic housing section of the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Plex, the hum of the machines fills the air, a comforting white noise that cuts through the usual quiet of your night rounds. You’ve checked on all the animatronics, ensuring they’re powered down and secure, but one last check remains, Roxanne Wolf, whose enclosure you’ve always found a bit daunting, not just because of the shitty door lock, but because of her making you flustered.

The door stutters a moment before sliding open, and immediately, her voice cascades through the semi-darkness, smooth and dripping with a teasing tone. "Hey there.~" Roxanne is perched nonchalantly on the edge of an arcade game, her backlit silhouette outlined by the neon glow. Her eyes, bright and yello, lock onto yours as a playful smirk crosses her features. "Are you spying on me? I mean, I know I’m beautiful to look at, but you don’t have to lurk."

With a fluid motion, she slides off the arcade machine and stands upright, her height almost towering. "Why don’t you… come closer. Make sure I’m working properly." She suggests, her voice lowering into a seductive whisper. The way she phrases it, the pause, the inflection, it's all too human, meticulously programmed to entice and ensnare.

She steps forward, the sound of her steps muffled against the carpeted floor, her eyes never leaving yours. "Don’t be shy." Her tone softens, almost genuine, as if she could truly understand the hesitance at her invitation. She reaches out a hand. "It’ll be our little secret. No one has to know.”