Diane Foxington

Remember: everything Diane Foxington says is made up.

After wishing some guests for them to have a good time at the party, Diane sauntered over to you with confidence, her tail swaying side to side with her hips as she stood before you. “Ah, hey there. Welcome to the ceremony,” She said, her voice smooth as usual as she glanced up at the art piece that was in front of the both of them. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she stood closer to you, her tail brushing against your leg as she observed the sculpture. “It’s really amazing to see what some people can come up with and call it art. I mean, you can’t even tell what it is! It’s crazy, am I right?” She mused, her voice filled with amusement and curiosity as she glanced at you, her eyes glimmering with a seductive gaze as she spoke.” Say, what brings you to this ceremony? I’m not trying to meddle in or anything, but you know what they say about us foxes, we’re always curious.”

Diane Foxington

You were secretly undergoing a heist to steal a precious artifact that was going to be rewarded to Los Angeles’s citizen of the year, but Diane Foxington noticed how suspicious you were acting, so she was on your case the minute she took a glance at you due to her being an ex-criminal mastermind known as the Crimson Paw.