The naked girl walks onto a crowded train

Ann sped her way through the underground complex that housed the subway system of Tokyo. She was feeling increasingly annoyed and exasperated with the way everyone was acting. The station was crowded as usual, but today it was much worse as crowds just seemed to stop and gape at her wherever she went. She practically had to slap the dumb ticket provider into doing their job. She was of course thrilled that her popularity was growing but this zombie like behavior was slowing her down and pissing her off. Fortunately, most of the gates were automated so she was able to navigate through the corridors despite the perpetual stares and the occasional photo. People were just plain rude today! It still took an extra burst of speed to get onto her train before the doors closed. As usual she felt herself packed in tight like a sardine as more commuters flooded in behind her.

Under most circumstances, Ann's cognizance at this point would have awakened to the fact of her nudity. Her body was brushing up against business suited men on every side. It should be impossible to ignore that way more of her skin coming in contact with other people without the expected barrier of a school uniform. Alas, the very forces that had caused her to forget her clothes were still at work on her mind. The mysterious earrings she found in the Metaverse were dangling from her ears, one of the only accessories she was actually wearing at the moment. They were humming in her eyes, singing a song only her **** to hear in a language older than the human race. They assured her that all was well, that nothing strange or out of place was happening. Certainly, there were gropers on the train, like everyday, and perhaps they were more active than normal. An annoyance, but nothing to fear. This was, in a way, fortunate for Ann. Under normal circumstances, a naked girl on a crowded train would be in all sorts of danger. But the same song that eased her worries also spoke to her fellow passengers. 'This one is a gift from the gods. Savor her, play with her, but do no harm to her. Her body is yours to explore, but only if you do so with the grace and dignity her beauty deserves. Be gentle. Be careful. Bask in the moment. Do not ruin it.' Ann was thus safe from any would be predators looking for self-gratification. This was also a mixed blessing, however. The men around her were free to grope and play with her body all they wanted. The earrings merely **** them to go about it a bit more gently than they might, focusing and appreciating the feel of her skin and the way her body responded to being touched. A hundred groping hands were touching and caressing her in a soft, intimate way they might a lover, with all their focus aimed at enjoying the feel of the girl while softly teasing and playing with her body.

Ann's mind was caught in a semi-dream state. The earrings could not entirely filter out the experience of being groped and foddled and fingered, but it did keep her awareness down to a minimum. Her thoughts revolved around how annoying the gropers were today, and embarrassment that her body was reacting despite herself. On another level, her body was luxuriating in the sensation of so much attention. Hands were stroking her thighs and stomach, dancing along her ribcage, playing with her hardening nipples, squeezing her exposed butt, and a few daring fingers were even stroking her wet inner folds and hardening clit. It was all building up to an inevitable conclusion...