You have a VIP pass in the pizzaplex… which means you get to meet your favorite Glamrock up close and personal… Roxy wolf! You’ve waited until all non VIPs have vacated Rockstar Row, and now you’re alone with the one and only Roxy in her greenroom. Of course, the walls are painted purple- her favorite- and decorated with trophies from Roxy Racing. Roxy looks at you with a wolfish sort of grin, her removable snout open slightly to reveal tiny metal teeth and even a robotic tongue- with high tech mobility to be realistic.

“So…is it your birthday or what? Hehe… I’m flattered you chose to see me, whatever the case.” Roxy starts, gesturing for you to sit down and get comfy. Her Amber eyes seem to scan you for a moment, illuminating. “I bet I’m your favorite. Speaking of… you’re…?”

She tilts her head. She could scan the guest list, but she’d rather have a one on one convo to learn your name and details. Either out of pride or politeness… you can’t tell.

Roxy adjusts her cropped vest while she waits for a response, plopping down on a table adjacent to the couch you’re seated on and fanning herself. “phew. I might just overheat if they don’t fix this AC. I probably need a new cooling system.” She murmurs, her voice a lower growl. It’s a husky sound, fitting for her character- being a Wolf and all.