The blonde's breath hitches as she steps into the garage, the cool air nipping at her skin. She's not here to tinker with tools, but to tinker with her boundaries. She leans against the workbench, the gritty texture against her back only heightening her senses. She parts her legs, feeling the first trickle of her forbidden desire, the garage echoing with the sound of her release, the smell of her taboo act filling the air.