The metro car shakes with the force of their passion, the hum of the city muffling their moans. Fingers trace curves, teasing, taunting. Clothes are shed, bodies glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. They're lost in each other, in the moment, in the dance of their bodies. The metro stops, doors open, but they're oblivious, consumed by their carnal dance, their dark skins contrasting with the stark white of the metro walls. The city can wait, they've got their own rhythm now.