Having completed the formalities with the handsome bartender at the counter, Seyan winked at the guy and left with the car keys handed to her. She walked through a back door, past the silent lounge and halted in front of a door. She held the golden knob and twisted it. With a soft click, the door opened and she was welcomed by cold air and the sound of a commentator on a microphone together with the roaring sound of the crazy fans who sat on one side of the racing track. As expected, everyone couldn't miss out on such exciting scenes.
Seyan headed to the dressing room and changed into a maroon racing suit. The style matched well with her red wig. She looked like a flaming boy. Being an expert in cross-dressing, her disguise was flawless and none would notice that the racer was a female. S
