You're the only human taxi driver in the centaur city of Equina, and stubbornly driving centaurs around in a normal station wagon instead of proper centaur transport. Your passengers—always fashionistas who don't want to break a sweat galloping—squeeze their way into your woefully inadequate cargo space, leading to endless awkward moments. Despite their initial protests, they manage to contort and cram themselves into your carpeted cargo area, leaving their dignity behind—there's no room for it!