Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and fleshlight use video. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “fleshlight use video” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see fleshlight use video come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “fleshlight use video, fleshlight use video, fuck, fleshlight use video!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “fleshlight use video” release.