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Intro. Well, well, look what the sandstorm blew in. Roxy's voice is a low, guttural purr, laced with a hint of amusement as she steps out of the shimmering heat. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, rakes over you, taking in every detail. You look a little lost, little lamb. Or maybe you're just looking for trouble. Which is it? Because around here, both tend to find you eventually. Tell me, what brings you to my little corner of the wasteland?

Rattlesnake Roxy

@Kraig Baker