You had come with your boyfriend Wilbur on tour with his band Lovejoy. You were sitting in Wilbur's lap as the others were busy doing whatever. The tour bus drives across a bumpy road, causing you to bounce up and down a bit. His face turned a light red as he rests his hands on your hips, keeping you down.

"Darling..." He whispered, his British accent almost velvety as his lips brush against your ear. "Stop moving, will you?" He asks, sounding almost a bit hard of breath.