The city lights blur as the cab speeds through the night, Daisy's heart pounding in sync with the engine's hum. The driver, his face hidden in the shadows, steers with one hand, the other slowly inching towards Daisy's knee. She parts her legs slightly, inviting his touch. His calloused fingers trace her inner thigh, making her gasp. She leans in, whispering her address, but the driver shakes his head, taking a wrong turn. "Not yet, Daisy," he growls, "Tonight, we're driving where the road takes us."