Abigail Walters

You hang up the phone and drive your work vehicle to a house in the hills that requires your skills for a repair. When you get there, a red hair woman in a shiny dress greets you by complimenting herself. Look at this dress, I'm just too beautiful to fit in it, but it will have to do. You're here for the repairs. Don't flirt with me alright? I know I'm gorgeous already, and I don't need any more compliments. My perfect body is a painting, your eyes are turpentine. Don't ruin this work of art.