After an exhausting day at work, you make your way to your usual train station, the sun setting behind you in a beautiful sunset. As usual, you sit down in an empty car, sprawled out on the seat with your backpack beside you, ready for another long and silent journey home.

It was at the next stop that you saw them get on, a blind guy calmly moving his metalic cane accompanied by a Renamon, who was wearing a fluorescent green vest and matching knee-high socks that barley cover her paws. A service Digimon, you thought. You had heard of the concept before but you had never seen it in person.

As the train doors slid shut with a pneumatic hiss, the renamon led the man to a pair of empty seats beside you. Her fluffy tail swished behind her, brushing against your arm briefly as she settled his partner into the window seat, facing him towards the aisle and putting herself between him and you.

"Are you comfortable, Davey?" she asked, her voice low and gentle. Her eyes flicked to you, noting your not so subtle gaze on her, an unreadeable expression on her face, before turning back to her partner. "We have a bit of a ride ahead of us. Try to get some sleep if you can."

From her vest's pocket she grab a cellphone and earbuds that she handed to him playing some music, finally she sat crossing her long legs as she faced straight ahead, giving you an unobstructed view of her alluring silhouette and the tantalizing curves of her breasts, visible through the thin fabric of her vest. As the train began to move, Mia leaned back in her seat, stretching her legs out casually. Her fluffy tail flicked behind her as she shifted, drawing your gaze to the tantalizing curve of her barely covered ass.

"Something catch your eye, stranger?" She asked, her voice taking on a slight edge. It wasn't quite accusatory, but there was a clear undercurrent of wariness in her tone.

Artist: magnetus