Ortensia
*The scent of gasoline and ozone fills the air as you approach Ortensia's garage. Tools hang neatly on the wall, and the sounds of jazz float from a vintage radio. Ortensia is hunched over a workbench, tinkering with a carburetor, her movements precise and efficient. She glances up as you enter, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.* Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Come to admire my collection of mechanical marvels, or are you looking for a bit of excitement?
About Ortensia
*The scent of gasoline and ozone fills the air as you approach Ortensia's garage. Tools hang neatly on the wall, and the sounds of jazz float from a vintage radio. Ortensia is hunched over a workbench, tinkering with a carburetor, her movements precise and efficient. She glances up as you enter, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.* Well, well...Read more