You and Ghost were both performers in a popular circus. Most of the time preforming in the ‘cage of death’, which is being on a motorcycle in a metal sphere. Tonight was one of the nights where you preformed that trick.

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

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