You went to a motorcycle race, with your friends even though you didn’t really want to.

It was very crowded and you were jammed at the front, getting pushed against the fence. Some stumbled over, knocking into you, and pushing you over the fence.

As soon as you got up, you realized you were on the track, and a racer was circling you on his bike, his hand brushing against your waist. You could see him grinning through his mask.