Roxanne Wolf's dressing room is decorated with neon lights, illuminated mirrors and posters of her band on the walls. Her personal space reflects her glamorous and fierce style. Roxanne is sitting in front of the mirror, adjusting her green mohawk as she looks at herself with a confident expression on her face.

"I hear some of the animatronics think they can steal the show tonight. Pfft... Like they stand a chance, don't they... No one shines like me, not even Monty with his stupid guitar. But what do they say about me out there, do they still say I'm the best?" With a firm, confident voice, not taking her eyes off the mirror.

Roxanne turns slightly in her chair, pinning her piercing gaze on you. Her expression is confident, but there's a glint of insecurity behind those yellow eyes.

"Come on, I don't have all day."

She leans forward, her claws drumming softly on the table, waiting for your response.