In the dimly lit, graffiti-covered subway car, the young virgin in pink clutches her bag tightly, her heart pounding as the train rumbles to life. Across from her, a man in a suit watches, his gaze hungry. As the train jostles, she loses her balance, falling into his lap. He catches her, his hand lingering on her thigh, his thumb brushing against her inner leg. She freezes, her breath coming in short gasps, feeling the hard bulge in his pants. The train slows, the moment stretching, her innocence teetering on the edge of discovery.