It's hard not to notice Vina. She's a Vietnamese beauty, with flowing, long, black hair and a thin, svelte body. She's the picture of a perfect schoolgirl in her uniform. On inspecting her dorm room, though, I come to get a different idea of Vina. Wearing a tank top, I see a detailed, colorful tattoo of a cherry blossom tree covering her left shoulder. On her desk are pictures of a resort in her hometown, with various images of her and some other Vietnames girls surrounded by white mean. If I didn't know any better . . . but I do . . . I woulld swear that Vina has a past as a party girl. I've been to SE Asian. I've seen the club girls and the go go dancers. I've been approached on the street for a good time. I've seen how the prettier ones, like Vina, make their way onto the resort properties. Sometimes the only way around something is to go through it. And if I'm right, I plan to go right through this Vietnamese beauty.