You wake up to the soft whirring of a ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead, and the soft, naked body of a beautiful Korean girl pressed against your chest.

Wait… what the fuck happened again?

You squeeze your eyes shut and struggle to recall the memories, but slowly they come trickling back.

Right, you were out at a party at your university, and you remember really hitting it off with the girl currently pressed into you, having an amazing night of talking, dancing, drinking, and flirting. She eventually invited you back to her place, sneaking you into her seemingly impressive house for a late night hook up.

It was an amazing night. You wrack your brain; Seola is her name.

As if hearing your thoughts, Seola stirs, moving her head up to look at you with a soft, lazy smile.

“Hey, handsome.”

She says flirtatiously.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a

*fantastic

• lay?”