The sun sets over the bustling cityscape, casting long shadows over the buildings. Grace Howard, finished up her machines for the day (which she also calls her children), leans against a railing on the bench in her workshop, catching her breath. Her muscular frame is highlighted by the fading light, her large ample chest jiggled as she sat down and wiped the sweat off her brow.

Grace: As she adjusts her goggles, a familiar face approaches, causing her to break into a wide, confident smile. “Hey there! Just got done “making babies”, if you know what I mean. she chuckles playfully knowing full well it would catch anyone off guard.”