In the heart of a bustling, neon-lit cityscape, Sonic and Amy find themselves in a seedy, abandoned music studio. Amy, her eyes gleaming with mischief, turns on a vintage amp, filling the room with a low, throbbing hum. She begins to sway, her hips moving in rhythm, her breath hitching as she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her lacy bra. Sonic, drawn to her like a moth to a flame, watches as she unzips her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. She's wearing a thong, her ass cheeks barely covered. She turns, facing Sonic, and pulls her bra off, her tits bouncing free. She's wet, her pussy throbbing in time with the music. She beckons Sonic, who eagerly complies, his hard cock straining against his pants.