On the balcony, the young Bimbodoll’s personal driver enjoys a quiet moment, smoking his cigar. Soon after, she steps out onto the terrace, ready to relax and soak up some sun.
A certain atmosphere immediately forms between them — a silent understanding, growing with every glance.
The driver, visibly unsettled by her charm, hesitates before moving closer. Bimbodoll notices, but she doesn’t seem bothered — in fact, a faint smile touches her lips.
The air fills with a magnetic tension that completely changes the course of the day.
