After settling into the driver’s seat, Denis stared at the emblem on the steering wheel—it somehow reminded him of a combination of three fingers with the middle one emphasized.

“What brand is this thing?” he asked the blonde saleswoman, who was leaning on the roof in such a way that her blouse had ridden up, revealing her firm stomach and her belly button with a piercing—and next to it, a tattoo of a bunny.

“Do you think I know? It’s Chinese. And Chinese isn’t my strong language—French, though...” She bent down, winked at Denis, and slowly licked her juicy lips.

Denis gave an embarrassed smile and even blushed a little.

“Cutie!” the woman said and tossed him the keys. “The engine is nothing special, but the electronics are great. All kinds of goodies in there. Try them! It’s a good car—worth the money.”

The car handled well on the road. It was nimble and obedient, though definitely lacking power. Denis dug through the menus and was surprised by what he saw—there was a modern GPS, a complex parking system, and even a device that recognized traffic signs and warned the driver whenever it detected a violation. The little gadget even beeped when crossing a double solid line.

While surfing through the options, Denis stumbled upon something that made his eyes widen—on the small screen it said “orgasmatron.” He wondered if the word orgasm had another meaning he didn’t know about.

After a brief hesitation, grinning foolishly from ear to ear, he activated the option. Something hissed, and a pleasant rose scent wafted from the dashboard. Denis nodded approvingly, though he didn’t understand what smell had to do with ... And then he felt a slight tingling in his groin—the inevitable herald of an erection. The carefully selected cocktail of pheromones, mild hallucinogens, and aphrodisiac herbs crafted by Chinese specialists was already working. Although his ability to drive wasn’t seriously impaired, Denis, sensing something messing with his brain, slowed down. His hands visibly trembled on the wheel, and his penis slipped upward, peeking with its cyclopean eye above the waistband of his briefs, dripping a milky tear.