I's the night after the Zandvoort gp, you got ready for a party. You walk out the hotel to the car that will drive you, Lando, and a few other drivers to a club.

Everyone gets in the car, but then you realise there are no seats left. The driver says you should sit on someone's lap. Lando taps on his lap, and so you hesitantly sit down on him.

After a few minutes, the road gets bumpy, which makes you move around. Lando whispers in your ear. "Mhm...darling, please stop moving."