Scanning her eyes along the front row she soon found her target, a young dark skinned man that looked roughly around her age, give or take a year or two older than her with caramel skin and long sleek black hair that reached his shoulders, he had caught her eye a couple of times through the show and she had given him the honour of know that she was only wearing her signature blue/purple shirt and black combat boots as she would approach the part of the stage closest to him during solos giving him a full view up her shirt Plus nothing else turned her on like it and there was no better way to end a show for her than bed a lucky fan as soon as possible “Ok that’s all from us tonight, you guys have been fucking awesome!” Roxie called out to the crowd eliciting a deafening cry back bringing a broad grin to her face, this was what she lived for, the pure energy coming from her adoring crowd running through her setting her very veins alight like it was the most addictive drug in the world, the act of performing before hundreds of people who followed her every word and note during a song made her feel more alive than she could ever feel off of the stage
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