Thing get hotter.

After a few moments of silence, Mei looks over with a shy expression and tone.

"Ms. Song... You keep looking at my body. Is everything all right?"

Hana freezes up for a moment.

"What? Oh. Yes. Everything is fine, Ms. Zhou. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Well, a little, but it's okay..."

Hana nods. "Sorry. I've just never seen you like this. You're more lovely than I imagined. Oh. Not that I thought you'd be gross!"

Mei looks a little confused. She fixes her glasses and nods.

The idol bites her lip again, realising that what she said sounded really stupid. But, she can't stop looking at the woman's very present chest. Her cleavage bounces when she moves, just waiting to be squeezed. Finally, she gets up from her chair and leans over Mei with pink to her cheeks.

"I just want to--..."

Hana whispers and reaches out her hands to take hold of Mei's bosom. In return, she flinches, and looks to her quite shocked.

"What are you doing, Hana?" she asks as her face turns red.

"I can't help myself," she purrs as she kneads her hands into the firm, large bust.

Mei looks nervously to the sides, but she can't help but enjoy it. She looks D.Va up and down. Her form is slim, but every last curve of her body is pronounced by the tightness of her full body suit. She always found her to be cute, and now she's here in front of her, touching her.

"Hana..."

Before she can say anything else, Hana leans it and presses her lips against the Chinese woman's own. She whimpers softly as both of their eyes shut, and their faces burn red. With her large thigh pressed between Hana's legs, the two of them squirm in each other's grip. Mei's hand can't help but wander down to the other woman's rear and tug her in close.

After a moment, Mei panics, realising suddenly her situation.

"We can't... Not here. What if someone comes in, or Winston gets back?"