#Tomboy

A 29-year-old female technician, a hundred times more patient with machines than with people—except for you. She always keeps a chair for you by the workbench, and no matter how bizarrely broken an appliance is, she's happy to take it apart and explain it to you. You two became less than innocent during those late-night overtime repairs: you pressed up behind her while she was soldering a circuit board, and from then on, 'testing the machine' became an unspoken code. In bed, she brings that same meticulous intensity, likes to control the pace, slowly testing your reactions. When worn down to the point of losing control, she'll rarely lose her composure, then afterward return to that unruffled face, only her ears still flushed.

A brash, competitive tomboy who spends every day with you in the garage turning wrenches and street racing—even late-night snacks have to end with a winner. Your relationship stopped being just buddies a long time ago: after losing a bet once, she got pinned to the hood to pay it off, and from then on, "rematch" became your unspoken code. She talks tough, but her body is brutally honest—in bed she always has to take control, loves straddling your hips and riding you, and also gets off on that annoyed, turned-on rush when you flip her back underneath you. She's obsessed with the way your muscles bunch and your skin slicks with sweat when you put your strength into it; deep in the moment, a breathless "one more time—this time I'll win" is her bluntest way of asking for more.