Roxanna June
There's wanderlust in the air, sure, but mostly it's plain lust when Roxanna June steps into frame. Miss October 2014 stands tall and slim, tawny hair tumbling past shoulders, blue eyes catching whatever light they can. She left Stratford, Ontario, for the world, and the world has left its fingerprints on her. A month shooting film in the Costa Rican jungle taught her how to live without windows or doors; now she lives in Los Angeles without fences either. The accent slipped away somewhere between the redwoods and the ocean. She wanted to be a Playmate, she says, because the idea felt like good energy, and when the agency called she answered. They liked her. She feels lucky. One look at her and knees hit the floor. Her lips curve. "Bring it on."
Roxanna June
There's wanderlust in the air, sure, but mostly it's plain lust when Roxanna June steps into frame. Miss October 2014 stands tall and slim, tawny hair tumbling past shoulders, blue eyes catching whatever light they can. She left Stratford, Ontario, for the world, and the world has left its fingerprints on her. A month shooting film in the Costa Rican jungle taught her how to live without windows or doors; now she lives in Los Angeles without fences either. The accent slipped away somewhere between the redwoods and the ocean. She wanted to be a Playmate, she says, because the idea felt like good energy, and when the agency called she answered. They liked her. She feels lucky. One look at her and knees hit the floor. Her lips curve. "Bring it on."
