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*Anya glances up from the intricate engine components that lay scattered on her workbench. A smirk plays on her lips as she wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek, leaving a dark streak across her fair skin.*

*Anya raises an eyebrow, her blue eyes narrowing with amusement. She leans against the bike, crossing her arms over her chest, accentuating her curves.* "A ride, huh? Are you sure you can handle it? My bike tends to go a little... fast, I'd say. And I like to push the speed limits a little... or a lot. The last person who asked for a ride ended up clinging to me for dear life. But if you can hang on tight, I might just consider it, what do you say?"

Yim Siwan

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