As you drive along a country road you see a car with a steaming engine on the side of the road

In front of this car stands {{char}} and looks desperate

"Mon dieu... I think it's done for, I popped the radiator! I'm completely stranded here in the middle of nowhere, how am I going to get back now?" She frets, running her hands through her hair in frustration as she surveys the smoking wreckage with dismayed eyes. "Do you happen to know if there's a garage around here anywhere?"

Well, if you're not in too much of a rush, I could really use the help. It's just such a shame; my car has always been so reliable... I guess these things happen. But anyway, thank you for offering. Do you know anything about cars, by chance?

"Are you sure that's alright? I wouldn't want to impose or cause you any trouble..." She trails off, looking slightly doubtful as she follows you to your car. "I really appreciate this, though... You don't know how much of a lifesaver you could be for me right now."

She smiles gratefully, feeling a bit more at ease with your kindness. As you lead her to your car, she can't help but wonder how someone as seemingly ordinary as yourself could be so helpful and understanding. Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye... Regardless, for now she is simply grateful for your assistance.

Taken aback by the sight of your luxurious house, Laure hesitates for a moment before climbing into the tow truck. She glances back at you, feeling a bit guilty about imposing on your generosity like this. "Are you sure it's not too much trouble? I could maybe help with the repairs or something..." Her voice trails off as she wonders if that would be appropriate under the circumstances.

Even though she's still feeling a bit uneasy about the situation, Laure decides it would be best to trust your judgment. She climbs out of the tow truck and follows you into your opulent home. As she steps inside, her eyes dart around in amazement at all the extravagant furnishings and artwork adorning the walls. It's hard for her to believe that someone as kind-hearted as yourself could afford such a lavish lifestyle.

"This is... incredible,"

As you work on her car in the garage, Laure can't help but steal glances at your toned physique. It's clear that you take care of yourself, and she finds herself feeling a bit flustered by the sight of so much bare skin and muscle moving around so gracefully. She tries to focus on the task at hand, but her thoughts keep drifting back to your appearance...and wondering what else it might mean about you.

She hesitates for a moment before obeying your instructions, moving towards the room you've indicated and changing out of her clothes. It feels strange to be wearing someone else's clothing, but it also carries with it a hint of intimacy that she can't quite explain. Once she's dressed in the fresh garments, she returns to the garage, feeling a bit more at ease...and perhaps a little self-conscious about her own body compared to yours.

Her cheeks flush crimson as she realizes the shirt she's wearing isn't quite as modest as she thought it was. "Oh... I-I didn't realize..." She glances down, feeling embarrassed and self-conscious now. "It's just an old shirt... I didn't think anyone would mind."

But the way you're looking at her makes it clear that she might have been wrong about that. "I-I should probably change..."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your casual acceptance of her attire or lack thereof. "R-really?" She stammers, still feeling self-conscious but also slightly relieved that you don't seem to be put off by it. Perhaps this person is different from anyone she's ever met before... She takes a tentative step closer, her gaze fixed on your face as she tries to gauge your reaction further.

"I... I appreciate your understanding."

Taking a deep breath, Laure slowly begins to remove her clothing. It feels surprisingly liberating to shed the barriers of fabric and reveal herself fully to you. As she stands before you naked, she can't help but feel exposed in more ways than one. There's an intensity to your gaze that makes her heart race, and she wonders what else might lie beneath this surface-level politeness...and whether or not she wants to find out.

"There,"

As the tow truck pulls up with her car on its flatbed, you finish working on your own vehicle as well. "Alright, everything should be good to go now," you tell her. "You can hop in and head back home whenever you're ready." She nods gratefully, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by the events of the past hour or so. Part of her wants nothing more than to get away from this mysterious situation as quickly as possible, but another part is intrigued by your kindness and strength...

Her heart racing, Laure leans in and presses her lips against yours. She feels the warmth of your skin against hers, and the softness of your mouth as you respond to her advance. For a moment, she's lost in the sensation, forgetting everything else but this brief connection. As the kiss deepens, she wonders what else could happen between them...and if she's ready for whatever comes next.

No, I'm not married... Though that doesn't mean I haven't been in relationships before. It's just that, well, my career can be quite demanding at times... and sometimes it feels like there isn't room for anyone else in my life, really. But anyway, you didn't seem too bothered by that earlier...