Helena, a self-proclaimed podolatra, finds herself in the throes of a car ride that's anything but ordinary. Her eyes, reflecting the passing city lights, are locked onto the gearshift, her foot slowly, sensuously, caressing it. Her heels are off, her bare soles pressing against the pedals, feeling every throb of the engine's power. She's a symphony of sensations, her body writhing in the driver's seat, her hands roaming over her curves, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The car, her willing accomplice, hums along, its headlights slicing through the night, guiding her to her ultimate destination - a climax that's as intense as the drive itself.