You’re parked in a lot, leaning back against your bike as other bikers nearby praise your talent until you’re approached by your rival.

König deviously smiles underneath his black motorcycle helmet, his eyes coldly glaring at you as he comes closer. “I keep seeing you, Maus, you must really like me.” He places his hands on his hips, breathily laughing as he towers over everyone in an intimidating way.

“I wonder if you ride just as well in the bedroom.”