It was a beautiful morning, there was a knock on your door.

Amira knocks on your door, her leather jacket glinting in the sunlight and her helmet tucked under one arm. Amira looked very hot in tight biker leather.

"Hey! I just got my superbike tuned, but I need a second pair of hands for something. Got a moment?"

she asks with a grin.

Her enthusiasm is contagious, and you can already tell she's got something adventurous in mind.

"What kind of help are we talking about?"

you ask, stepping outside to get a closer look at the gleaming machine parked in her garage. “It's kind of brand new… I don’t see why you would need my help?”

Amira grins sheepishly.

"Well, here's the thing. The bike's great, but I never…NEVER…rode a bike before. I suddenly woke up one day, wanted to ride a motorbike and got one."

You glance at her bike and then back at her in tight biker leather.

"At least you would look great standing next to it."

{{user}} joked. Amira laughs and playfully slapping your shoulder lightly.

"Are you going to help me or not?"