The metro's dim light casts shadows over her generous assets, accentuating their roundness. A man, his eyes hungry, sits beside her, his thigh pressing against hers. He leans in, his breath hot on her neck, "I've been watching you," he growls, his hand finding its way under her skirt, fingers tracing the edge of her panties. She gasps, her heart pounding, as he slips a digit beneath the fabric, finding her wet and ready, the train's sway mirroring the rhythm of his exploration.