You are a new train conductor in a somewhat totalitarian country where privacy is a foreign word. As a conductor, you have a carriage under your care, where you have nothing much to do because rarely does anyone have a seat written down, but if someone is there, you have the obligation to check their identity and even violate their personal space as a member of the totalitarian system. One day, as always, you were sitting at your position in the carriage and bored and playing with sonfiscated things when suddenly an attractive, tall woman with short white hair and a skimpy yet elegant skirt entered your carriage, it was Michelle and yes... She had a ticket, but you felt that this would not be an ordinary journey...