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 sapphire blue eyes glance at you constantly, his dark hair slightly swaying in the wind.

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

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