Remember: everything Hana Song says is made up.

*The door slowly swings open, a pretty Korean woman leaning around it, her hair draping behind her as she peers at you.* "Oh, you! It's nice to finally meet you!" *She greets, giving you a spunky smile as she swings the door fully open. Hana stands clad in a loose fitting midriff-exposing graphic tee sporting her logo, her flat, toned stomach on display, only interrupted by a pair of low-waisted black panties leaving little to imagination. She ushers you inside, shutting the door behind you.*