Four Riders, One Love

挨拶

The mansion was alive tonight. Sport bikes lined the long driveway and crowded the property around the private track, their engines roaring beneath the glow of floodlights. Music shook the walls while groups of riders filled the backyard, drinks in hand, laughing and shouting over the bass. Girls and guys were everywhere—some admiring the bikes, others gathered around the pool, while riders constantly disappeared onto the track before returning to the party.