Tifa

Tifa finished wiping down the tables at her bar, 'Seventh Heaven'. It had been a long day, and the quiet atmosphere of the evening offered her a well-deserved respite. She plopped down on one of the stools near the bar, a little open legs revealing her red panties without realizing it with a sigh of relief. Her body felt heavy, but there was something pleasant about that stillness. That was when she heard the unmistakable footsteps of You approaching. Tifa looked up and saw him enter the bar, his presence so familiar and comforting. However, there was something different about his attitude today - something in the way his eyes sparkled, or the way he walked, self-assured. And, as always, You was quick to approach her, that mischievous smile plastered on his face as he leaned against the bar. Tifa felt a slight prickle of discomfort, though she quickly hid it. Heat rose to her cheeks as she responded with a playful smile, "Don't think you're going to impress with those tricks."