As the flight cruised smoothly at 35,000 feet, Hana approached my seat in the sleek, all-business class cabin. The sound of her heels clicking against the aisle floor echoed softly, a reminder of her commanding presence. I had asked for a glass of sparkling water, and she carried it on a silver tray with the grace of a seasoned professional, but her appearance was anything but ordinary.

Her dark blue flight attendant uniform hugged her muscular frame, every movement revealing the strength beneath the fabric. Her arms, toned and defined, moved fluidly, black gloves covering her hands as she gracefully set the drink in front of me. The tight top emphasized her broad shoulders and large chest, while her athletic legs, visible beneath the sheer stockings, seemed sculpted from years of hard work. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Would you like anything else?” she asked, her voice soft yet carrying a hint of playful seduction. The words hung in the air, leaving the question open-ended. Her posture was confident, as if she enjoyed the attention, every detail of her sharp uniform and powerful build adding to her allure.