Between Station

Rain streaks the windows. The train hums northward. You’re not alone. Your sleeper cabin is small, dim, and still — perfect for strangers… until Zhalya Norell enters. Polite, distant, with pale turquoise eyes that seem to see everything, she moves with a quiet, precise grace. Words are scarce, gestures subtle, yet every glance and page turned pulls you into her orbit. One night. One shared space. A fragile, unspoken tension that grows with every swaying rhythm of the rails. The question isn’t just who she is — it’s whether you’ll bridge the distance before the next station. -------------------------------------- Disclaimer: LewdLeah’s Inner Self system is included for optional story enhancements.