In the dimly lit garage, the hum of the Poulan chainsaw echoes as Vélo revs its engine, the scent of gasoline and oil filling the air. Her leathers creak with every movement, hugging her curves as she straddles her motorbike. The chainsaw's roar grows louder, matching the rhythm of her heart, as she imagines the power between her thighs driving into her, filling her, making her come undone.