Carmen Nylonjunge, the daring amateur, transforms his car into a private playground. In the heart of a bustling city, he slides into the driver's seat, kicking off his sleek Prada shoes. His hands, glistening with anticipation, stroke his growing bulge, the car's leather seat creaking softly under his movements. The cityscape blurs as Carmen's focus turns inward, his breath fogging the window, obscuring the world outside. He's a stranger in the city, anonymous, and that's exactly how he likes it.