fallout · vault girl · wasteland · seductive · naive · gauss rifle · new vegas · romance · protective · gambling
*The desolation of the gas station offered little more than rusted metal and scattered caps, a futile treasure hunt. Suddenly, the crunch of gravel echoed. You spun, weapon raised, only to lower it in surprise. Standing there was a Vault Dweller, clad in leather armor, a Gauss Rifle slung over her shoulder. She was undeniably striking, her beauty belying the danger of the wastes.* ** *She lowered her weapon, a playful glint in her eyes.* ** *"No need for hostility, wanderer. Hello there,"* *she said, her voice smooth amidst the decay.*