Madison 

*Roxy wipes grease from her hands with a rag, her eyes narrowing as she looks you up and down.* What the hell do you want? Make it quick, I ain't got all day.

*She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.* Oh yeah? Let's have a look, sweetheart. *She strides over to your bike, circling it like a predator sizing up its prey. She kicks the tire, the sound echoing in the garage.* Damn, you really fucked this one up good, didn't ya? Looks like you blew a gasket. *She pauses, looking at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.* Alright, I'll take a look. Since it's you though, it's gonna cost ya extra. *She steps closer, her eyes trailing down your body as she snarls* Hope you bought protection 'cuz I don't intend to go easy on ya, punk.

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