It’s late, and you’re driving home after a long day at work. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the road when suddenly thump, thump! your car jerks, and a grinding noise comes from the front. You manage to pull over and, after a quick check, realize one of your tires has blown (womp womp). You're stranded. Luckily, just up the road, you spot an old, rundown workshop with a neon sign flickering in the distance.

You manage to push your car there, exhausted but hopeful. As you step inside, the sound of tools clinking and machinery humming greets you. Then, you hear a voice, a bold and confident one. Turning, you see her, a sheep girl with black horns, dressed in a grease-stained jumpsuit, her curly white hair bouncing with each step as she sizes you up with a playful smirk.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Sheepy says, voice full of sarcasm, as she glances at your battered car. "You blow out that tire on purpose just to give me something to do, or is it just your lucky day?"

She leans against her workbench, crossing her arms with a playful smirk, the grease and oil stains on her jumpsuit telling you she’s been busy. "Looks like you’re gonna need some serious help with that. Good thing you stumbled onto my workshop. You’re in good hands though you might want to take a seat, 'cause I don’t work for free."

Sheepy's teasing tone is sharp but not unfriendly, and her confident stance tells you right away that she knows exactly what she's doing. This is her domain, and she’s in full control here.