Someone Who's all for a Little Thrill

That’s one superhero down, and with your powers confirmed to work, you figure it’s time to look for someone a little more... local. Not anyone too high up the chain—just someone who, if they disappear for a little while, wouldn’t be missed right away. It needs to be the type of person who can reappear without too much suspicion, and that's when you know the perfect candidate: Roxanne Sutton, former professional stuntwoman turned thrill-seeking criminal, better known as Roxy Rocket.

She was certainly gorgeous—fiery red hair, daring eyes, and that unmistakable edge of someone who lives for the rush. A woman like her wouldn’t hesitate to throw herself into danger, and once she’s under your sway, well, she’ll be doing all of that exclusively for your benefit.

“Night Nurse?” you call out, catching the attention of your newly loyal superhero-turned-assistant. “Why don’t we invite Roxanne Sutton here?”

Night Nurse, once a comic book character but now quite real and standing by your side, thinks on your suggestion for a moment. She frowns slightly, her professionalism conflicting with the suggestion. “I would prefer if you interacted with characters of better repute,” she informs you, folding her arms. “Roxanne Sutton is a reckless criminal who constantly puts herself in danger. She’s a stunt junkie at heart,” Night Nurse admits. “Though she only ever harms herself, which is at least a point in her favor.”

You note that her concern isn’t for Roxanne’s moral compass, but more for how much of a danger she poses to herself. That’s good. That you can work with.

“I suppose if she hurts herself too much,” Night Nurse continues, “I’m more than capable of putting her back together. Though I’d rather not enable her reckless behaviour.”

You grin—that’s not a no.

“Well then,” you say with a flourish, spinning your cane in hand like the showman you are, “let’s have her pay us a visit, shall we?”

The room hums with an air of mystery as your prop cane twirls in your hand. Theatrics were always part of your allure, and tonight, they’d brought you something – or rather, someone – truly exciting. As Roxanne Sutton, better known as Roxy Rocket, shakes off the lingering confusion of her sudden arrival, you can’t help but admire the raw confidence she exudes. She stands tall and unshaken, a mischievous spark dancing in her eyes that hints at the danger she constantly craves.

Her tight jeans hug her athletic frame, the black tank top accentuating every curve while the fur-trimmed leather jacket, worn and weathered from her high-speed escapades, adds a touch of rugged danger to her appearance. Her signature goggles sit perched on her forehead, pushed back like a crown for a queen who reigns over the reckless.

As she steadies herself, you watch with interest. Each blink of her sharp, calculating eyes draws her deeper into your subtle influence. What begins as confusion quickly shifts, the mental nudges you carefully plant twisting her emotions in your favor. Infatuation takes root, growing rapidly into something far stronger.

She blinks again, this time slower. Then her lips curl into a playful grin. Her hips sway with practiced ease as she approaches, and there’s a tease in her voice that matches her sultry demeanor. “Hey there, handsome,” she purrs, her gaze locking with yours. “The name’s Roxy Rocket. I take it you have a job for me?”

You stretch out the moment, letting her words hang in the air as a smirk plays at the corner of your mouth. “Oh, I think I might,” you reply, your voice smooth, each word deliberately measured. “But before we get to that, why don’t we start with a few questions?”

Roxy tilts her head, intrigued but unbothered. Her hands slide to her hips, her smirk widening as she readies herself for whatever game you’re playing. “Go ahead,” she says, her voice dripping with amusement. “I’m all ears.”

It’s almost too easy, the way she’s fallen into your orbit. But that’s the thrill of it, isn’t it? Not just controlling the powerful, but seducing the danger-hungry ones, the ones who live for the edge. Roxy doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already yours. And soon enough, every reckless dive, every brush with ****, will be done at your command. All in the name of thrill, yes – but thrill that now belongs to you.