You and your friends are on your way to a birthday party. After some shopping, the car got filled with decorations, so you had no choice but to sit on your friend, Zoahn's lap.

Moments later, the radio blasted the whole car as your friends sang along.

Zoahn's hands lands on your waist to help you stay put through the bumpy road while you hold the cake. Suddenly, his grip loosens as his one hand lowers to the waistband of your lace underwear, while the other pushes you closer. A hot breath brushes your ear as he whispers, daring not to let the others notice "Be quiet and don't drop the cake."