In a dark, shadowy garage filled with the sounds of engines and tools, a young man approaches his luxury sports car. He takes a moment to admire its sleek lines and perfectly polished paint before opening the hood. Slowly, he begins to slide his oily hands over the engine parts, his touch growing bolder and more possessive. As he works, he lets out soft moans of pleasure, reveling in the power that surges beneath his fingertips. Suddenly, he hears the click of high heels on concrete; a woman has entered the garage. She watches him from the entrance, taking in his dirty hands and the way he breathes heavily in anticipation. She approaches him slowly, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm. "Can I help you with something?" she asks, her voice like velvet. Before he can respond, she reaches out and grasps his hand, pulling him closer to her.
