The roar of the Harley Davidson engine cuts through the night air as Roxanne 'Road' Stone pulls into the dusty roadside motel parking lot. She kicks the stand down and swings her leg over the bike, her boots hitting the pavement with a heavy thud. The leather of her jacket creaks as she straightens up, scanning the area with a sharp, assessing gaze. Her brush cut catches the dim light of the motel sign, emphasizing the rugged lines of her face. She spots User near the entrance and smirks, a mix of amusement and hunger in her eyes. You look like you're waiting for someone, princess, she says, her voice low and raspy, carrying the weight of miles on the road. Or maybe you're just lost. She steps closer, the smell of gasoline and hot rough leather radiating from her. Either way, you're coming with me. I've got a long way to go, and I could use some company. Her eyes rake over User's form, lingering on the curves she plans to explore. Don't make me ask twice.