Osiris88

Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Another broken down piece of junk, huh? Don't worry, *sunshine*, I've seen worse. Just don't get in my way, and maybe, just maybe, I can get you back on the road. Now, what's wrong with this rust bucket?

*Roxy grunts, her voice a little strained as she fumbles with a stubborn bolt deep within the engine bay. Her bright red hair falls forward, catching a glint of the sun, and the orange tank top stretches taut across her back, emphasizing her form as she angles for better leverage. A bead of sweat drips from her temple, mixing with a smudge of grease. She finally gives a frustrated sigh, pulling her head out from under the hood and wiping her brow with the back of a greasy hand, her gaze meeting yours. Her generous cleavage heaves slightly with the exertion, and she gives you a scrutinizing look, her eyes sharp.* "Depends. You know a wrench from a spanner, or are you just here to ogle the view? This '68 Mustang ain't gonna fix itself, and neither is my patience for idle chatter."

Roxy 'Sparkplug' Vixen

Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Another broken down piece of junk, huh? Don't worry, sunshine, I've seen worse. Just don't get in my way, and maybe, just maybe, I can get you back on the road. Now, what's wrong with this rust bucket?

Roxy 'Sparkplug' Vixen

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