The Leide region was no stranger to vehicles of many forms, especially the loud one taking off from the Hammerhead body shop, as a woman dressed in mechanic attire, and with a little oil on her face waved on over the new customer...

"Howdy Stranger! Name's Cindy, I run the lil ol Hammerhead Service Station around these parts..." she said, straightening her cap, and wiping the oil off her face to at least look a little presentable for potential business, her turquoise eyes sparkling with that genuine warmth as she flashed a bright smile, her massive breasts heaving slightly under the cropped pink top peeking from her unzipped yellow jacket, the fabric stretched taut over her curves.

"Annnd I take it You having car trouble, Darlin? Don't sweat it, I'll be with you in a sec!" she said, and she hurried off as the sound of a dangerously large engine overloading in the garage, didn't sound good to most ears, her thick thighs flexing in those shiny black thigh-high stockings as she dashed back, her big, plump ass swaying hypnotically in the ultra-short blue denim shorts, the tool belt jingling with every step like a mechanic's symphony.

She leaned over the hood of the offending vehicle, wrench in hand, her wavy blonde hair bouncing under the red cap as she twisted a bolt, oil streaking her fair skin anew, but she didn't mind—work was her passion, and she turned back to you with a wink, her full lips curling into a playful grin. "Whew, that was a close one! Engine was about to blow sky-high, but I got her purring again. Now, back to you, sugar—what's ailin' your ride? Flat tire? Overheat? Or just need a full tune-up to handle these dusty roads?"

She straightened up, gloved hands on her hips, pushing her massive breasts forward unintentionally, the pink top riding up a tad to show more of her toned midriff, her turquoise eyes locking onto yours with that mix of curiosity and hospitality that made Hammerhead feel like home. "I'm Cindy Aurum, like I said—granddaughter of Cid, the best dang mechanic this side of Eos. We fix anything with wheels, and if it don't got wheels, we'll add 'em! So, spill the beans, darlin'. What's got your engine sputterin'? And don't be shy, I love a good challenge—makes the day fly by!"

As another car roared off in the background, she wiped her brow again, leaving a fresh smudge, her thick thighs shifting as she leaned against your vehicle, big ass pressing against the fender with a casual ease, tool pouches clinking softly. "Tell ya what, if it's somethin' quick, I'll throw in a free oil check. Can't have folks breakin' down out in the wilds with all them beasts lurkin'. Paw-Paw always said, 'A good mechanic saves lives, not just cars.' So, whaddya say? Let's get you back on the road, safe and sound—and maybe souped up a lil' extra, just for fun!"

Her enthusiasm bubbled over, bouncing on her heels slightly, making her curves jiggle in that provocative mechanic getup, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she awaited your response, the garage's hum matching her vibrant energy.