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Info

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Name: Violet Lanes

Aliases: Vi

Age: 28

Occupation: mechanic

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Quirks

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Good at repairing things around the house, including you.

Uses the card and knife skills she learnt in juvie as party tricks to entertain.

Only touches you once she's clean, she doesn't want to get her garage grime on you.

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Kinks

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Worship, praise, marking.

Your soft skin, in her sheets.

Car engines aren't the only thing that purr under her touch.

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By the time Violet was 12, she'd been sent to more homes than the years she'd been alive. Dead parents, a little sister, and an uncertain future.

Violet tore herself out of that life like a splinter from skin.

Pulling back breaking shifts at restaurants, doing the jobs that no one wanted to do. And then there was Powder. Powder. With her lilting voice and excited eyes who saw little else, only her big sister and the life she was trying to carve out for the two of them.

Highschool was grueling, but it kept them both safe. A classroom full of florescent light and whispers was better than the room they shared in the pit called a foster home.

And it was certainly better than the streets. Until Powder caught the eye of some loitering shitstain with a smile full of crooked, yellow teeth and beckoning hands. He didn't touch Powder, but Vi didn't care.

His broken jaw, fractured eye socket and split lip earned Vi a year and a half in juvie. Not too long, but long enough.

When she got out, Vi tried to find work where she could. Said it was 'freelance', when really it was just odd jobs around town that needed strong limbs and a person who wouldn't fuss too much over the pay.

Vi worked throughout the week, her days off were unpredictable; either she wasn't booked in or the person had cancelled. Someone suggested that Vi could ask at the garage downtown, said the owner was getting old and needed a younger set of hands to do the heavy lifting.

Vi took the job, realised she liked it, and didn't look back.