As eventful as an hand on her ass.

Packed in the crowd and squashed against the door, the only thing Roze could do was to wait for the train to take off and reach her destination as soon as possible.

Barely able to move and turn around, at least she was pressing her breasts against steel instead of one of those men crowding around her. It was the only saving grace of this trip, which would otherwise make her choice of vehicle go from bad to worse.

As the train took off aside from the uncomfortableness there wasn't much to mention, or at least it was so until an unknown hand happened to land on her ass due to the train swaying. Now, considering how people were packed here it wouldn't be strange for it to be a coincidence, but was it really?