SubtleSinner
Planetoid
- Joined
- Oct 20, 2012
It was a slow night at the bar, 7th Heaven. The proprietor, Tifa Lockheart, was leaning against the counter, bored. She had both of her arms up on the bar, chin resting on top them. She was gorgeous, with large breasts barely contained by what was no better than a white sports bra. Her breasts were practically spilling out. Her garnet eyes looked hazy, and her black hair was loose except for a tie at the very bottom of her hair. The outfit continued with a short black mini skirt that barely covered her bubble butt and suspenders. Long black gloves with shorter maroon finger less gloves, along with black thigh highs and maroon boots completed the look.
"Ughhhh...so bored!" Tifa stood up straight, picking up a towel and polishing the bar. Her crush, Cloud Strife, was off on AVALANCHE business which meant she was the only one to guard the shop. Her eyes flicked to the pinball machine, where she knew the secret lair was. She groaned, putting her arms behind her back and lacing her fingers together, pushing her chest out. When she relaxed her breasts bounced, nearly hitting her chin. Surely something had to happen tonight, at least a customer that could interest her.
"Ughhhh...so bored!" Tifa stood up straight, picking up a towel and polishing the bar. Her crush, Cloud Strife, was off on AVALANCHE business which meant she was the only one to guard the shop. Her eyes flicked to the pinball machine, where she knew the secret lair was. She groaned, putting her arms behind her back and lacing her fingers together, pushing her chest out. When she relaxed her breasts bounced, nearly hitting her chin. Surely something had to happen tonight, at least a customer that could interest her.