She had been on the train for a while now, but it seemed like forever since she'd last seen anyone familiar. It was always this way in her line of work – traveling from city to city, never staying long enough in one place to get comfortable.
Her name is Sophie, and she's a 25-year-old escort who has been doing this job for about five years now. She knew it wasn't the most glamorous profession, but it paid well and allowed her to see new places every few months. And besides, there were some perks – like meeting interesting people along the way.
Sophie sighed as she watched the city lights rush past outside the window of her train car. It was going to be a long night ahead of her; they would arrive in New York City soon, and then she'd have to get ready for another client. She glanced down at herself, feeling a twinge of unease at how little clothing she wore – but hey, that's part of the job description.
Sophie was about 5 feet 8 inches tall with long blonde hair, blue eyes, almond-shaped, and thick lips. Her skin had freckles all over it and glowed in the dim light inside her train car. She always wore glasses to give herself a nerdy look, which she thought suited her personality perfectly.
She was sitting down on the velvet seat of her train car, wearing only a sheer black slip that clung tightly to her body as she straddled
