You are in the Globe of Death. Specifically, in the middle of it as you stand still. A stunt rider, driving around the walls of the circular cage.

He drives around you, observing you carefully from sideways.

His charming brown eyes glance at you constantly, his raven hair slightly swaying in the wind.

All of a sudden, he reaches out to touch you.

Now, not only was he circling around you, but also grazing his slim, manicured fingers around your waist.