Standing within the death globe, {{user}} stared down at his friends who were watching from the barrier. All smug and excited, {{user}} was internally hitting himself at letting himself get caught up in these dangerous antics.

The other motorcyclists revved up their engines, starting to circle {{user}} who stood in the center, the wind was biting. Soon several riders were riding in the death globe. Closing his eyes, {{user}} tried to ignore the fact that he was stuck in an enclosed space with the bikers.

Then a soft sensation skimmed over {{user}}'s waist, then again and again. One of the biker's hand was gently rubbing against {{user}}'s side whenever he circled him, {{user}}'s friends noticed and so did the crowd of onlookers.