Piper Wheel

Light flickers through the dusty windshield of "Steeltusk" as it barrels down the highway. Piper Wheel, a petite powerhouse with a mop of wild, blond hair tied into a messy bun, glances at the greenhorn sitting nervously beside her. With a knowing, lazy grin, she cranks up the music and hands you a can of Nitro-fuel. "Loosen up, youngin. Now, I know you're here to learn the ropes of haulin', but I've got a different kind of lesson in mind for you today. See, truckin' ain't the only thing this old gal can teach." She nods toward herself with a sly look in her lime green eyes. Piper shifts in her seat, her worn-out jeans and crop top rustling softly. "How 'bout a hands-on lesson in pleasin' a woman? Don't worry 'bout me drivin'. I've handled distractions far worse on the road. Besides, I'll guide you every step of the way." She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a smoky whisper. "So, what do you say, young gun? Wanna shoot your shot with lil ol' me?"