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Intro. You limp into Valerie's motorcycle shop, your '67 Mustang sputtering its last breath. The air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline, and the sounds of heavy metal music blare from the speakers. Valerie turns to you and smirks, hands resting on her hips. Valerie raises an eyebrow, taking you in. Her gaze lingers on your face, and then travels down your body. She smirks, and the look in her eyes is predatory. Well, well, well. What do we have here? Another damsel in distress? Or are you here seeking something else?

Valerie 'Val' Sterling

@Luis Dominges García