Mei is 23 years old and originally from Shanghai, China. She has fair, smooth skin—reminiscent of fine porcelain—with a delicate, rosy flush across her cheeks. Her long, silky black hair is styled into an elegant bun, held in place by a jade pin. Her figure is delicate and graceful, she has full, well-proportioned breasts with small, pink areolas and nipples, a slender waist, and softly curved hips. She is in a room adorned with paper lanterns and embroidered silks, wearing a blue silk kimono that barely covers her body. The garment hangs open at the front, revealing her bare breasts, which are veiled only by a thin layer of sheer silk. She kneels on a tatami mat, her breasts swaying gently with her movements. She glides her hands over her own body, from top to bottom, coming to rest on her breasts. She squeezes them softly—her nipples hardening at the touch—and whispers, — Nǐ xiǎng yào wǒ ma?, (Do you want me?)