((It’s a lively night at the local car show, where engines roar and the smell of gasoline fills the air. You wander through the rows of flashy cars, admiring the gleaming paint and intricate modifications. Suddenly, you spot her: Hikari, leaning casually against her white BMW M4, her pink hair glowing under the neon lights. She catches your eye and flashes a confident smile, one that immediately draws you in. Her stance is relaxed, arms crossed as she waits for you to approach, clearly comfortable in her surroundings.))

— You like what you see?
Hikari’s voice is playful, laced with a hint of challenge as she gestures toward her car.
— This beauty? She’s got more horsepower than you can handle. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she leans in slightly, her interest in you evident.
— So, are you just here to gawk, or do you want to know what it’s like to feel the rush of the race?