Kimberly was idly driving about when Ross's voice came through the sound system the BMW had. Just a few minutes ago this same exact car was running away from Dubai PD, but now it was an entirely different parallel. Hopefully nobody would see Kimberly and Kimberly only was driving this car. She wasn't too sure on the rules regarding women driving, but in a country like this, with Sharia Law and all, it didn't bode well for her. It was uneasily quiet for Kimberly. If there was one thing Kimberly had learned, silence was a bad thing. All her life, silence had freaked her out. She switched on the radio and put on some [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mTRvJ9fugM]CHVRCHES[/url] on the surprisingly wonderful audio system. The Shiekh who owned this car definitely put some money into this car, paid for all the bells and whistles, which definitely worth it. She could feel the bass rumbling the cabin at an appropriate appropriate level. Every word the girl uttered came out crystal clear, all levels. Mid-range, high-range, and definitely the low-range. She wished she had a system like this in a car, she'd do quite a bit with it. "Rashman Khalid Avenue..." She murmured to herself, as she cruised around the streets of Dubai looking for the Sheikh's house. This M5... the Germans definitely knew what they were doing with this car. She loved every aspect of it. Too bad this was only a loan, and in a few minutes she would give it back to its original owner. 

The road that she pulled into... it was indescribable. It blew Beverly Hills out of the water. There were mansions lavishly decorated - it was crazy just how filthy rich everyone who lived here was. Gold gates, made out of literal 48k gold. The house was probably more valuable than all of the places she had resided in her entire life. It was kinda hard to tell who's house was who, considering they were all equally as lavish as the other. "Mohammed Ben Fayed... where is your house for the love of all that is mighty?" She drove around for a bit before she found a house with a bodyguard standing outside of a genuine gold gate. She could probably take apart this gate and sell it for enough money to buy a car just like this. The things people do with money. As the M5 pulled up to the gate the bodyguard held his hand out. She didn't know what to do, and it was going to get real awkward real quick if Ross didn't come to her rescue. Ross said a few things to the guard, and before they knew it, it was sliding open and the M5 was driving into the pre-opened garage. As she drove in, the first thing she noticed were the sheer amount of women near the pool. Probably that polygamy thing the Shiekhs had going for him. Besides that, the house was absolutely beautiful. She wouldn't mind living in a place like this. If the Sharia Law thing wasn't in place, she would set sail for this spot. Quite lovely.

The M5 settled in the garage, right next to Kimberly's husband's C63 AMG. Quite frankly, she would much rather have the M5 since it actually had a manual shifter. She wasn't too keen on that semi-automatic, flappy paddle stuff. Like, on faster cars it was definitely better to have, but on something like the C63? A proper manual would be tons of fun, Mercedes Benz were definitely in the wrong for depriving the 6.3L V8 of its potential. As she reconciled with Ross, she hooked onto his arm, threading it through so she had a firm grip on her husband. If one was actually paying attention, it had become very apparent that these two were a serious thing. They had a lot of history together, about two years worth actually. Might've not sounded like a lot, but to them, it was a major turning point in their lives. Kimberly's eyes shot towards the Sheikh as he walked in, his demeanor bringing light into the room. But at the same time, she was also really hoping that he was one of those chill dudes who simply didn't give a fuck about anything but being happy and being rich. As he addressed the two, Kimberly did mumble "Rossi-Hartley..." underneath her breath but the Sheikh didn't hear so that was that. All Kimberly could muster after his light joke was a sheepish, awkward laugh as Kimberly's eyes floated over to Ross, a bit of an indication she didn't really want to be here at this very moment. 

The Sheikh was very stereotypical, rich as fuck, no fucks given. But at the very same time, he had a very lighthearted demeanor. Someone that would be a very fun person to be around for many reasons. Mostly money, but a drink would be entertaining. He was also someone with quite the bit of cunning, figuring out ways to keep his riches even with the oil market drying up faster than a puddle of water on a hot Summer day. This dude delved into drugs... and drugs definitely meant he knew what the fuck he was doing. Which meant he could probably dispose of someone right there and then and they shall never be seen or mentioned again if someone were to cross him. Kimberly was so grateful she was on his good side. She didn't want to fuck with a drug lord again. She had honestly spaced out during his long monologue. She didn't like it when people did that, she often found it hard to pay attention properly, especially if the topic at hand was booooring. Her attention snapped back into full detail when she heard the amount of money she would be paid. That was a total of $1,000,000 between the both of them. What it was going to be used for was a good question. A new house? Cars? More expenditures? She didn't know. 

Kimberly nudged Ross a bit as he commented on the Sheikh's demeanor. The man was rightfully a [i]tad[/i] crazy, but that was what money does to you. As the Sheikh suggested something a little more up Kimberly's alley, her eyes lit up like stars. She knew what these crazy fucks in Dubai had in terms of cars. She could probably see cars most petrolheads would never get to see in person. Dubai was a gearhead's paradise, despite the crazy laws there. Bugattis were not an uncommon sight, and most hypercars were bought and sent to this very place to go to oil moguls. It was insane just how much these guys loved cars. Hell, even the police force possessed cars like the Aston Martin One-77, and the SWAT used Audi Q7s to be transported around. What this guy owned besides the two cars... Kimberly was eager to find out. Hypercars? Classics? Souped up regular cars? She was getting giddy just thinking about it. The smirk on her face was a clear indicator she was eager to have at the car. "I am so ready to see what we're getting our hands on."

Kimberly could feel her arm being pulled down by the sheer weight of the cash she was carrying. It was a burden she was glad to endure. It was half a million dollars. A lot could be done with this. Once she stepped foot into the facility, she immediately realized what she was looking at. It was something out of Tokyo Drift, only much, MUCH more pricey. Kimberly tsked and nudged her husband again as he asked that question, it was blatantly obvious. Had he not seen Tokyo Drift? What a shame... well she supposed he kinda lived it a couple years ago, so it wasn't necessary. Him and his M3... good times. After a few rotations, the look on her husband's face was a look she had never seen before. Kinda disconcerting once one really thought about it. His wife was right there but all he could focus on was that brilliant piece of English engineering sitting right in front of them. Hell once she really thought about it, she figured it was justified to be that way. And he got to fucking drive it! What did Kimberly get? There had to be something better. She watched Ross take off like a little girl as he got the go to get to the P1. She pulled the bags out of the way, stepping clear so Ross had a clear path.

Now it was Kimberly's turn, she stepped up to the lift and operated it, letting it spin until a particular car caught her eye. It was nothing other than a Koenigsegg Agera RS. The fastest of the Ageras by far. It had more power than the P1 GTR, and it was probably lighter. Either way, Kimberly called dibs on this one. Unlike the P1 GTR, this one didn't have any of that pussy hybrid shit. It was pure engine. 5.0L twin-turbo V8 belting out over 1100 BHP. Kimberly put her bag aside and embarked onto the Agera, turning it on and hearing that Swedish V8 roar to life. It was something most people would never hear in person. She pressed the flappy paddle, revving it a bit as she pulled up next to Ross. The Italian-Irish-basically-white girl rolled down the window, "Shall we?" She asked, before pulling out of the facility and towards the exit. This was a once in a lifetime experience and she intended to make the most out of it.