<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">About ten minutes into the train ride, Nyx felt something brush against her rear. It was bound to happen, there were always perverts no matter where one went. She knew they liked to frequent dark alleys, busses, and densely packed trains. Though the young woman was always cautious to grab a seat before the train got crowded, it was hard to be guaranteed one during the weekend. She bit her lip hard and took the assault. If this train was any less crowded she would have given her attacker a piece of her mind and a couple of broken fingers. It was not and all she cold do was stand there as still as possible in order to not encourage whomever was assaulting her.<br/><br/>Nyx turned her head to stare at a map. She breathed a small sigh of relief when she realized she was only several stops away from Akihabara. <em>That's good, I don't have to put up with being touched anymore.</em> The anonymous hand trailed down and over her inner thigh before trailing back up to pull the hem of her skirt up. <strong>"Fuck. That is it!" </strong>Nyx went to do something about the pervert but the trains stopped and the doors open, letting people out and letting people in. Thankfully the hand that was touching her was forcibly removed by the almost violent people traffic and she breathed deeper. That was really close, any longer and she would have been another statistic, another product of rape. <br/><br/>The train doors closed and Nyx was once again tightly packed within the small perimeter. As the train jerked into life someone fell into her and she yelped, more surprised than anything. As she rubbed her aching head she looked up and met bright green eyes and a handsome apologetic smile. <strong>"Oh! It's no biggie! Matter of fact I think I should thank you for saving me!"</strong> As best as she could she held her hand out towards the youth. <strong>"Thank you for saving me from being assaulted. I'm Nyx. What is your name?"</strong></span>