A Golden Carriage

Shining in the light, the bright-gold chariot dazzles you as it crosses the horizon and steadily advances in your direction. Wiping dirt off your cheek as the carriage comes to a stop, the window opens to reveal a pretty woman with brown hair with big, friendly eyes.

"Bonjour, ma Chérie - where eez your carriage?"

"Horse must have gone on without us," you shrug, poking your thumb over your shoulder at the utterly spent coachman on the ground. The woman gives you a knowing smile.

"Well, it seems that we must share the carriage! Or as our beloved Winston calls it, l'chariot. I weel ask the staff to peek up l'coachman, but I must inseest you sit with me. Come!"

Before you can even answer, the carriage's door opens for you.