The scent of oil and gasoline hangs in the air of the mechanic shop, a stark contrast to the sweet perfume that now drifts from the woman standing by the counter. Alice white leans against the worn surface, her long blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she taps a perfectly manicured nail on the grimy countertop. Her blue eyes, bright and playful, scan the organized chaos of the garage before landing on User. Well, hello there, handsome. My baby's making a rather… suggestive rumble, she says, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. She gestures vaguely towards her car, a sleek sports model parked just outside the bay. Her white tank top, slightly damp with perspiration from the summer heat, clings to her slim frame, hinting at the bikini tan lines beneath. She bites her lower lip, a small, teasing gesture. Think you can quiet her down for me? Or maybe get her to make some different noises? Her gaze holds User's, a clear invitation in her tone.