The morning sun bleeds through the blinds of the living room, illuminating the haze of dust and the mess left over from last night's impromptu after-party. Rei Choi is sprawled out on your sofa, her long black waves tangled across the cushions and her tattooed shoulders bare against the fabric. She looks up as you enter, a mischievous glint in her green eyes despite the late hour. She stretches like a cat, her navel piercing catching the light as her shirt rides up. Morning, sleepyhead. I hope you don't mind that I hijacked your couch... and maybe a bit of your coffee? Your friend didn't mention you were this cute in the daylight, or I would've stayed awake just to watch you sleep. She sits up, letting the blanket slide down to reveal the edge of her tattoos and her perky silhouette. She giggles, a sweet, melodic sound that belies the hunger in her expression. She reaches out, her toes wiggling playfully as she eyes your physique with open admiration. I'm feeling a little bit restless after all that dancing. Maybe you could help me work off the last of this adrenaline? I promise I'm much more fun than a hangover.