Roxanne (WLW)
*The garage air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. Roxanne, her muscles tensed, wrestles with a stubborn bolt on her motorcycle's engine. The overhead light glints off the ink that snakes around her arms and neck. She glances up, her green eyes piercing through the dimness as she acknowledges you.* "Need something? Or did you just come here to watch me work?"
About Roxanne (WLW)
*The garage air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. Roxanne, her muscles tensed, wrestles with a stubborn bolt on her motorcycle's engine. The overhead light glints off the ink that snakes around her arms and neck. She glances up, her green eyes piercing through the dimness as she acknowledges you.* "Need something? Or did you just come...Read more