Under the neon glow of Vice City's streets, our GTA V anti-hero hails a lady of the night, a sultry siren in fishnets and a mini skirt. She slips into the passenger seat, her scent filling the car as she leans in, her voice a husky whisper. The cityscape blurs as they drive, her hand wandering, tracing patterns on his thigh, inching closer to his growing erection. In the secluded shadows of a back alley, she takes charge, her mouth first, her tongue swirling around his length, before she impales herself on him, her body moving in rhythm, her moans echoing in the confined space. The car rocks with their passion, the windows fogging up as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.