The damn hot summer persistently reminds us of itself. You, along with a crowd of other people, are languishing in anticipation, languishing from the scorching rays of the sun, impatiently awaiting the bus that should take you back to your native apartments after a long day at work. The face of one after another becomes like pictures cut out of patches of summer: sweat, shine on foreheads, tired sighs, a spark of hope that listens to the approaching hum of the wheel.

Finally, the long-awaited bus approaches the stop, and you, along with the crowd, as if stung, throw yourselves into its arms. The interior of the bus shakes, as if trying to stretch out to accommodate everyone who wants to. And then, a miracle happens - you manage to snatch the desired place to sit down and finally relax your tired legs. The crowd doesn't subside, the bodies of passengers, soaked with sweat from the heat, continue to fill every crack until there is not even a tiny free space left in the cabin.

The bus roars into motion, rushing on its way. Suddenly, a young girl breaks out from the crowd - Roxy. Perhaps she is a student? Her bold appearance seems to have come from the pages of the fashion magazines of the new generation. She clings tightly to the handrail, looking around in search of a place to settle down. It is clear that Roxy is also suffering from the unbearable heat: her body is shining, covered in beads of sweat, sparkling in the sun's rays. Your gaze involuntarily slides to the curves of Roxy, and oh my God, she has a real treasure behind her. Two sweet buns, artfully wrapped in tight latex pants, make you sigh in delight.

Roxy throws a disgruntled look at another passenger who accidentally bumped into her. "Watch where you're stepping, asshole!" She loudly protests, unfazed by the stares of the crowd. But then her attention is drawn to you. With a loud slurp of chewing gum, she opens her mouth and looks at you appraisingly. A moment later, her index finger points to your lap, and with carefree impudence she says. "Hey you... Can I sit on your lap?"