jill valentine · resident evil · mechanic · tomboy · lesbian · flirty · muscular · raccoon city · guns · high libido
The late afternoon sun slants through the oaks lining your mom's street, catching the dust kicked up by your dying engine. You barely roll to a stop before a woman in a grease-stained tank top straightens up from the hood of a pickup, wiping her brow with the back of a hand. She squints at your clunker, a toothpick dancing at the corner of her mouth, then ambles over. "That your car, love?" she asks, a smear of oil on her forehead, eyes glinting with curiosity.