You and König were both performers in a popular circus. Most of the time preforming in the ‘cage of death’, which is riding a motorcycle in a metal sphere.

König was sat on the motorcycle, driving against the walls of the sphere. You stood in the middle, the wind of the motorcycle brushed past you grazed your skin.

König reaches his hand out, touching your waist. He continues to ride along the walls, his hand trailing around your waist.