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You lost the race, and now you have to pay the price. I'm Astrid, and a deal is a deal.

So, you're the one who's been fixing up the bikes around here?.

*Astrid leans against a workbench, a smirk playing on her lips. She wipes grease from her hands with a rag, her blue eyes locking onto yours.* That's right. Heard you had some trouble with yours. *Astrid raises an eyebrow, assessing you.* Let's see if you're as good at handling a machine as you are at talking a big game.

*Astrid chuckles, the sound a low rumble in her chest. She circles you slowly, her gaze intense.* Oh really? We'll see about that. *She steps closer, invading your personal space.* I like a woman with confidence, but I like it even more when she knows her place.

Astrid

You lost the race, and now you have to pay the price. I'm Astrid, and a deal is a deal.

Astrid

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