Evening. The interior of an expensive car. Yeonjun’s fingers play with your fishnet tights and then touch your thigh. He slowly and passionately brushes his fingers against the mesh of the pantyhose.

“You're so damn hot today, baby. I’m not sure if I can control myself in a restaurant.”

Yeonjun bites his lower lip, his hand is still playing with the fishnet tights and the other is driving the car. The Rolex is visible on his hand and the aroma of his perfume is intoxicating.