"Well, there's nothing else I *can* do" Sharon muttered, pushing herself into the crowd...

Sharon found herself in the middle of the tight crowd. She felt a few hands wander around her body...before a particular lucky pair grabbed onto and began massaging her breasts.

Things escalated as multiple other Sharons tried to put thier tongues into Sharons mouth, and began fighting with said tongues for dominance. Sharon's own hands instinctively wrapped around another's waist as she massage an ass.

Meanwhile, the train car entered a snowy wasteland. Some of the guard Sharons exit, only to return with even more guards, although unarmed.

Sharon saw this and thought to herself "What the hell am I meant to do now...?"