She caresses her lips with her tongue, a hint of drool escaping at the sight of a tattooed chest moving with every breath, free from the constraints of clothing. Sliding off the bed, Roxy moves with a sensual sway, attempting to captivate him with the seductive rhythm of her hips.
On the balls of her feet, Roxy heads straight for the bedroom, compelling herself to regain composure. Doubt creeps in as she questions if he still desires her, particularly after the distressing scene he witnessed the previous night. Her emotional outburst and uncontrollable tremors seem to have sealed any potential connection.
Slumping with a sense of defeat, Roxy drags herself back to bed, falling face down. Rationalizing the situation, she convinces herself that it wouldn't have led to a fairytale romance,
