She opens her legs. (Broken +1)

As the man's hand crept higher, Lila felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over her. Disgust and fear intermingled with a forbidden spark of arousal that made her cheeks flush with shame. Her thighs trembled, muscles tensing as she wrestled with the urge to clamp them shut.

But deep in the recesses of her psyche, a traitorous voice whispered of surrender. Of the twisted pleasure to be found in submission. Almost against her will, Lila felt her legs part ever so slightly, granting the man's questing fingers easier access.

A low chuckle rumbled from deep in the man's chest as he took full advantage of her yielding posture. His touch grew bolder, more insistent, as his hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt. Sausage-like digits traced lazy circles on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Lila's breath came in short, sharp gasps as the man's fingers brushed against the edge of her panties. She bit down hard on her lower lip, struggling to maintain her composure as his touch sent jolts of unwanted pleasure coursing through her body.

With agonizing slowness, he hooked a finger under the elastic, pulling the delicate fabric aside. Lila's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the press of his digits against her most intimate parts. Her hips jerked involuntarily as he found her clit, already swollen and sensitive from her body's traitorous response.

The man's thick finger circled her sensitive bud with surprising dexterity, sending waves of sensation crashing over her. Lila's hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging crescents into her palms as she fought to stifle the moan building in her throat.

Her inner walls clenched around nothing as he continued his ministrations, her body responding eagerly despite her mind's protests. When he finally slid a finger inside her, Lila had to bite down on her knuckle to keep from crying out.

The train car faded away, leaving only the all-consuming sensations radiating from between her thighs. Shame and arousal warred within her as the man's finger pumped in and out of her slick heat. Each thrust brought her closer to a precipice she both craved and feared.

Just as Lila felt herself teetering on the edge of a forbidden climax, the train lurched to a stop. Her eyes flew open, reality crashing back as she realized they had reached her station. The man withdrew his hand, leaving her trembling and unfulfilled.

As Lila struggled to her feet on shaky legs, the corpulent man leaned in close. His hot, moist breath ghosted across her ear as he whispered, "Want to get off together, sweetheart?"