Yes

"Y-yeah. Please..."

"Okay. Like I said, I have rules. Once I do this it'll last as long as the rest of the curse. So either two days or forever."

The phone clicks as she hangs up, a heavy dread washing over your body. You look to the cabby and realize he can hear you again, his eyes glued to you.

"Well, answer me. Are you on the fucking pill?!"

"N-no. No I'm not..."

"Mmmm, that's fucking sexy. I always wanted a party like this!"

"Like what?"

"Shut up. Bitches like you don't speak, it's not what you're here for."

Here apparently meant an industrial garage with the cab company logo on the front. It's a little run down, needs paint and good power washing. As he pulls up you see several other cabs parked along the street and pulled into the open garage doors. He takes up the last available door and the cab goes dark as it's pulled down behind you. You hear a fair bit of commotion outside, the fast talk of excited people. Mother of god what is this?