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"The train's hum vibrates through her, echoing the pulse between her legs. She's a captive audience of one, performing for the unseen, the uninvited. Her nipples harden, pressing against her shirt, as she imagines the eyes on her. She unzips, her hand diving in, fingers finding her wet heat. She's a conductor, her body the orchestra, playing a symphony of sin in the public carriage. The journey's end couldn't come soon enough, yet she wants this train to never stop."