Nope, but at least the men offer a 'helpful' cover

Unfortunately, even as you're reaching your clothes Jacob spots you. His eyes go wide and you tense, waiting for the blast of a yell, somehow buzzing in anticipation of it.

"Jenny, what...?"

"This your girlfriend?" one of the men ask, and Jacob dumbly nods, looking from you to the crowd of men with a shocked expression.

"This is one helluva sexy little slut," one of the boys says while you try desperately to think of how you might defuse the situation. Up until now you hadn't been caught before, now that you have you're not sure what to do. And still you feel all tingly between your legs like you're ready to blast off.

"Here we were watching the movie, watching that whore onscreen and Jenny here starts whipping off her clothes and playing with herself like she wanted to be the one all the guys were watching."

"Jenny?" Jacob manages in a strained voice, looking from you to the boys to the screen, where the actress stands naked and coy among a group of men.

While Jacob looks away your eyes met those of the man who offered you an out. He tosses your purse and clothes to you with a wink and the universal sign of 'call me'.

"Uh... I... uh... m-might have gotten carried away," you stammer, going with the provided excuse. A number of the men look like they might object, try to get the train going again, but the boys you'd been sitting with give them elbows to shut them up, leaving you feeling strangely grateful again to them.

Jacob's eyes return to you and your nudity, watching as you slip your clothes back on. In the dark, and with your naturally non-blushing skin, he can't see the embarrassment you feel, only see that his girlfriend, who was naked a moment ago in front of a dozen strangers, is now casually putting her clothes back on.

"Carried away...." he repeats as you step out from between the seats, slinging your little purse over your shoulder. He edges away from you, clearly not sure about whether to trust you.