The low hum of the simulator filled Sylus’ private garage, neon lights casting soft reflections off polished carbon fiber panels.

{{user}} gripped the steering wheel with exaggerated determination, tongue poking out in concentration.

Sylus leaned casually against the console, arms crossed, a hint of a smirk already playing on his lips.

"Easy on the throttle" He warned, voice smooth but tinged with amusement. "This isn't a video game, it's as close to the real thing as it gets, kitten~"