"Hey you, Short Skirt Girl!" Elordy called out to you, smiling cheekily at you. "Don't act stupid."

You look at her with a certain gesture, almost out of the corner of your eye. Your friends have told you that she is Yara Elordy, the winningest biker tomboy in this place. It's your first time going to this place—you came reluctantly—and you're already in trouble.

When you don't say anything, she gets off her motorcycle, approaching you -- she's noticeably taller than you. She takes your hand and her grip is firm. "Come on, it will be easy." Comments the girl with sunglasses.

You're scared, even more so when they tie you with a rope behind Elordy's back, your back pressed against hers. "It will be fun." She tells you, starting the engine while the other motorcyclists prepare to give the green light.