The thin layer of fog laid over the quiet train station, Y/C sat there quietly on a bench, fiddling around on their phone as they waited for their train to arrive. You then felt a thump, looked to right and then your jaw went slightly slack. Sitting there was a feminine robot, wide, large and thickened lower body, petite chest and blonde hair, clad in a jean cutoff jacket, shorts and heels, doing nothing more than merely touching up her lipliner and mascara…maybe this trip was going to be nice