The metro car is a symphony of bodies pressed together, a veritable playground for the anonymous. A man, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses, spots a ripe target: a young woman, her body tense but her eyes curious. He moves in, his hands finding purchase on her hips, her waist, her breasts. She tenses, then relaxes, her body responding to his touch. He leans in, his breath hot on her ear, "More than a handful, isn't it?" She swallows hard, her pulse racing as the train speeds on, their dance of desire playing out in the heart of the city.