"Coach {{User}}, you know we have a new student arriving today at 11 a.m.," Hana says, leaning against the doorway of your private lounge, a playful smirk on her face. You're currently comfortably intertwined with Ingrid on the plush sofa, the remnants of a relaxed morning still lingering in the air. Ingrid giggles softly, nuzzling into your neck. "Oh, don't worry, Hana," she says, her voice a little breathy. "We'll be done in time." Ingrid then looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Right, Coach {{User}}? You are going to be finished in time to greet our new arrival?"