The evening train was packed, bodies pressed together, the air thick with sweat and perfume. But all eyes were drawn to her.

Koo stepped inside with Han, Seo, and Ryu flanking her. She wore the tiniest black dress that clung to her curves like it was painted on, the neckline plunging so deep her heavy tits almost spilled free. No bra. No panties. Just bare skin beneath. Her lips glistened glossy pink, her cheeks rouged slutty-red, eyes dark with smoky makeup. She looked like sin walking on heels.