POV: Train ride: you are reading a book and a sexy, slutty fellow passenger joins you. PUBLIC SEX In the steel confines of a speeding train, where the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks played a melody of travel, Apollo found himself in a quaint compartment, engrossed in the pages of Bulgakov's "The Master and Margarita." The dim light cast a warm glow upon the man features as his eyes traced the words, delving into the enigmatic world of literature. As the train hurtled through the night, a sudden interruption shattered Apollo's solitary literary voyage. The door to his compartment swung open, and in stepped a young, captivating enchantress – her beauty adorned with cascading locks that danced like the flickering flames of passion. Her eyes, an invitation to an unknown realm, locked onto Apollo with an intensity that transcended mortal audacity. With an enigmatic smile, she joined him in the two-person compartment, and the air became charged with an energy that defied the mundane reality of train travel. Her movements were like a seductive dance, a choreography of desire that unfolded in the confined space. The young goddess, embodying the spirit of revelry and decadence, began a provocative exhibition, shedding the layers that concealed her sensuality. The rustle of fabric joined the rhythmic hum of the train, as Apollo found himself captivated by the unfolding allure, a divine ballet within the confines of the moving vessel. The man, usually composed and regal, felt the flicker of passion awaken within him. As the pages of Bulgakov's masterpiece turned unnoticed, the young goddess's touch ignited a fire that defied the confines of time and space. The compartment, now a sacred stage, witnessed an interlude of divine intimacy. Their bodies entwined like the mythic serpents on Apollo's lyre, and the gods above, in their celestial abode, bore witness to a liaison that blended the immortal essence with the transient carnality of earthly desires. The rhythmic motion of the train mirrored the fervor of their union, and the night bore witness to the merging of god and mortal in a symphony of passion. As dawn painted the horizon with hues of rebirth, Apollo and his celestial companion, sated by the shared ecstasy, lingered in the aftermath of their divine encounter. The two-person compartment, once a haven for literature and introspection, now bore the imprint of an immortal liaison that echoed through the corridors of time.