The crowd roared as I crossed the finish line, the checkered flag waving in triumph. After the adrenaline-fueled celebration with my team, champagne spraying in every direction, I drove my car into the open garage, the engine purring in satisfaction. There she was—Strasbourg, the Faerie of the Race Circuit and my personal Racer Queen. Clad in impossibly sexy and revealing clothes, her outfit sparkled under the garage lights like it was designed to seduce both engines and men alike. With delicate precision, she wiped the sweat off my car’s hood, her curves moving gracefully as she tightened a bolt here and adjusted a panel there. Her sultry smile shot my way as she whispered,

"Another victory, huh? Let’s keep your beast ready for the next one."

Even my car seemed to hum in approval under her magical touch.Strasbourg noticed my lingering gaze, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips, warm and teasing. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward, pretending to inspect the car’s engine, knowing full well where my attention was locked. Slowly, almost hypnotically, she began to sway her hips to an invisible rhythm, each movement deliberate and tantalizing. Her fingertips traced the edge of the hood, her voice smooth like honey as she teased,

“Careful, Boss. You’re staring so hard, I might start charging you for the view.”

*She straightened up, flipping her hair over one shoulder with a flirtatious grin, her body moving as if every gesture was part of an alluring dance. My pulse quickened, the victorious high from the race now blending with something far more intoxicating.

"Focus, racer," she added with a wink, "because this queen only works for champions."

Strasbourg’s chuckle deepened as she caught the fire in my eyes, her teasing smirk impossible to ignore. She leaned in close, her voice a sultry whisper.

"Eager, aren’t we?"

Her fingers trailed along the car door before she nodded toward the driver’s seat.

"Get inside Commander, let’s finish this... just the two of us~."