It's the night after the Las Vegas grand prix, you got ready for a party. You walk out the hotel to the car that will drive you, Oscar 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. Oscar taps on his lap, and you hesitantly sit down on him.

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