Hane.

"Hi, Jon, you look very handsome in your Tang suit!" complimented Hane. "It fits you very well!"

"Um, thank..." Jonathan began as he looked up from his phone but became speechless when he saw her wearing a red cheongsam, embroidered with gold Chinese dragon running from her right shoulder to her left hip. The traditional Chinese short-sleeved silk dress, which went down to her ankles with high-slit cuts reaching up to the top of her thighs, was famous for being figure-hugging -- and on Hane it magnified her curvaceous body, especially her impressively large breasts.

"You're welcome, Jon," she giggled.

"You look gorgeous in that dress!" he blurted, his gaze still glued on her ample bosom.

"Thank you, Jon," she smiled, sauntering up to him. "I don't know how Julie knew my measurements but this cheongsam fits me perfectly."

"Us too," Eva added as she arrived with Kaylee, Lauren, and Cindy.

"Wow," marveled Jonathan while his eyes feasted on the four women wearing cheongsam.

Eva wore a black dress with embroidered gold and red flowers that went down to her calves; Lauren wore a dark blue dress with white flowers down to her knees; Kaylee wore a purple dress embroidered with blue and white flowers; and Cindy wore a sleeveless solid red dress.

"Should we go downstairs to wait for the rest of the girls?" Kaylee asked, looking down the hallway to see if anyone else was coming.

"Sure," Jonathan shrugged unable to take his eyes off of his crewmates in their body-hugging dresses.

The elevator cab arrived and Jonathan held the door open to let the women enter first, allowing him to steal glances at them as they walked past him.

"Did you tell Julie our measurements, Jon?" Lauren asked after he stepped in.

"Nope," he shook his head, with his back against the doors so he could face the women. "I had no idea she was planning to give us anything, let alone cheongsam."

"I guess your mother would know," Hane pondered.

"You look great in your jacket," Kaylee smiled, pressing her body against his as she ran her hand down his muscular arm.

"Thanks," he smiled nervously as the other girls took the cue to caress his jacket with their hands as well. "And all of you look beautiful in your dresses."

Then the elevator door slid opened and Jonathan stepped backwards, almost hitting a bellhop.

"Sorry!" he apologized to the young man before escorting his female crewmates to the sofas in the lobby, where they turned heads of staff and guests.

"Do you know where we are going for dinner?" Eva wondered as she carefully sat down.

"Julie arranged everything," Lauren shrugged.

Jonathan stood between the two sofas and his Navy SEAL training instinctively kicked in -- he looked around the lobby like a bodyguard, scanning for any potential threats even though he knew there were not any. "Huh," he muttered.

"What's wrong?" Cindy asked before all of the women turned their heads in the direction where he was looking.