Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and romantic porn couple. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “romantic porn couple” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see romantic porn couple come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “romantic porn couple, romantic porn couple, fuck, romantic porn couple!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “romantic porn couple” release.