The city never sleeps, and neither do its inhabitants' desires. Tonight, the metro is a playground for anonymous lust. A woman, her face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, sits alone in a nearly empty carriage, her gloved hands slowly unbuttoning her coat, revealing nothing but a tantalizing hint of thigh-high stockings. A man, seemingly absorbed in his book, watches her from the corner of his eye. As the train pulls into a station, he stands, moving to sit beside her, his leg brushing against hers. She doesn't move away, instead, she leans in, her voice a sultry whisper, "Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?"