It’s a hot day, and Jane already looks worn out before she even reaches her car.

The clip opens with Jane walking toward her Audi Q2, a cigarette already lit in her hand, nylons visible beneath her skirt. She looks hot, flustered, and slightly on edge as she approaches the car, clearly trying to calm herself down after a rough day.

She climbs into the driver’s seat and turns the key. The engine starts immediately, without hesitation. For a moment, everything feels fine. Jane settles back, leaves the engine running, and quietly smokes her cigarette, taking a few slow drags as she tries to steady her nerves.

Then—without warning—the calm ends.

Just as she’s about to put the cigarette out, the Audi suddenly coughs, splutters, and cuts out.

Annoyed but still composed, Jane steps out of the car and deliberately crushes the cigarette beneath her size 5 flat. She gets back into the driver’s seat, turns the key again, and waits.

Nothing.

The engine cranks over relentlessly as her left foot pushes the clutch fully down and her right foot begins working the g*s pedal, pumping harder with each attempt. Almost immediately, her foot starts to slip free of her flats, revealing brief flashes of nylon-covered feet and toe cleavage as frustration begins to build.

It doesn’t take long before she reaches for a second cigarette.

She lights it, inhales deeply, and tries again.

“Please... come on... don’t f*ck me off today.”

The Audi offers absolutely nothing in return.

Cranking continues. The pedals are worked harder now. Her flats loosen further, her nylons stretched and clearly visible as close-ups linger on her feet while the engine turns over again and again. Jane finishes the second cigarette and steps out briefly to crush it beside the first.

Still nothing.

Her irritation sharpens. She pulls out a third cigarette, lights it, and keeps trying — key turned, clutch held down, g*s pedal pressed harder to the floor. The camera captures exquisite close-ups of her nylon-covered feet on the pedals, her movements growing more desperate with every failed attempt.

“Come on... please... I’m so tired.”

The engine refuses to respond.

By the time the third cigarette is finished, Jane is visibly fed up. The heat, the smoke, and the relentless cranking have all taken their toll. She pauses for just a moment... then reaches straight for a fourth cigarette.

She lights it almost automatically.

Barely thirteen minutes in, she’s already chain-smoking, trapped in the driver’s seat as the Audi continues to refuse her c*mpletely. The cranking goes on — clutch down, g*s pedal worked harder and harder — her flats now fully abandoned as her nylon-covered feet stay planted on the pedals. Close-ups linger as the engine turns over again and again, offering nothing in return.

With each failed attempt, her anger drains away, replaced by resignation.

“Come on... please... I’m so tired.”

As the fourth cigarette b*rns down, the realisation finally settles in: she’s not going anywhere today. When it’s finished, Jane slips her bl*ck patent flats back onto her nylon-covered feet, steps out of the car, and deliberately crushes the final cigarette on the ground.

Defeated, hot, and exhausted, she walks back toward the office to c*ll for help — c*mpletely beaten by her Audi.

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