Transit 22, part 1 (Patreon)

Lori looked down at her plate, her eyes narrowing slightly at the curious presentation of an otherwise standard English breakfast. The positioning of the sausage between the fried eggs was intentionally suggestive, a detail that didn’t escape her, and sparked a flicker of annoyance. She took a moment, her mind debating the practicality of navigating cutlery with her unwieldy long nails.

With a slight sigh, driven by her growing hunger and the impracticality of her nails, Lori decided to forego the utensils. She reached out, picking up the sausage with a directness born of necessity. Her movements, however unintentional, carried a certain provocativeness, given her attire and the setting.

She bit into the sausage, her initial bites vigorous and focused purely on sating her hunger. As she continued, however, the eyes of other patrons bore into her, their whispers weaving through the soft jazz playing in the background. Lori, initially oblivious to the provocative display she inadvertently staged, continued to eat, focused solely on quelling her appetite.