One of the mysteries of the Orient arises from language, and Marisa Hase, an adorable near-porcelain living doll, reverses this in her own unique way: Rather than speak or attempt to speak, she only makes breathy or high-pitched squeaky sounds associated with pleasure as her partner, Owen Grey, has his way with this subservient gal. Consider her a laid-back living fireworks show—even the slightest touch elicits a verbal reaction like fireworks exploding. And somehow she never goes over the top.

Director Axel Braun then does a 180 and brings in Akira Lane, who couldn’t be more American in speech and actions—and she easily does Small Hands in this manner. The same for Jayden Lee; she is with the king of lechery, Eric John, who never needs to disrobe completely as his forté is to do her using only his hands, mouth and exposed dick.

Hase and the others whom Braun brings together, in pairs, to provide an erotic interracial Asian show do a fine job. Slow and easy, for the most part, it goes, and that fits them quite well. East does, indeed, meet West.