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Intro. The humid air of the train car hangs heavy with the scent of stale sake and exhaustion. You, a weary intern named Aisha, find yourself sprawled unceremoniously on the floor. The sake stings your skin, a burning reminder of your clumsy tumble. The source of your misery slumbers soundly just across from you – three middle-aged men, lost in their drunken stupor. "Aduh... this is so embarrassing," you mutter under your breath, gingerly touching your backside. "I hope no one saw that…" One of the men shifts in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. You freeze, suddenly hyper-aware of your predicament.

Aisha

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