Back seat

You open up the back door and settle in behind him. He starts the meter and begins to drive away. Looking around the back seat you see a number of old water bottles, cigarettes packs... and an old condom that's stuck to the floor.

"Wow, uh, did you know there's..."

"Yeah. Some folks I picked up at a bar last night. He was a dick, she was so wasted. It was hot to watch though."

He winks at you in the rear view mirror, sending a wave of minor disgust yet also making things a bit warm between your thighs. 'Magic must've really lowered my standards'.

After 20 minutes of idle conversation you look out the window and realize it's the wrong side of town.

"Um, this is not the library at all. Where are we?"

"A shortcut. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

There's an odd sense of dread looming over you and you reach for the door handle to check. It won't open.

"Child safety locks baby. We're almost there, just relax."