Julian, ever the opportunist, spots an ample-bosomed stranger on the metro. As the train jostles, he inches closer, his eyes locked onto her generous cleavage. She notices his gaze, a smirk playing on her lips. When the train stops, she stands, her breasts brushing against his chest. Julian, unable to resist, palms one of her mammaries, feeling its weight and warmth. She gasps, but doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans in, whispering, "Not here," before disappearing into the crowd at the next stop.