In the dimly lit, bustling metro, a blonde vixen spots her prey. She's wearing a form-fitting dress, her high heels clicking on the cold, hard floor. She approaches him, her hips swaying, her eyes locked onto his. She's not here for the ride, she's here for the chase. She teases him, her hand brushing against his thigh, her breath hot on his ear. He's hard, she can feel it. She leads him to a secluded corner, the train rumbling around them. She hikes up her dress, revealing her lack of panties. He's inside her in seconds, her moans drowned out by the screeching of the train.