Go Back to the Bar...Maid

Candy Cane would perform a backwards roll, taking her knees out of Claire's breasts and rolling up the back of the downed Tifa...who wouldn't be down for much longer as Candy dragged her up by the hair and away from the corner. To keep the Avalanche member staggered, she'd drive her arm upwards for a European Uppercut before driving a foot into Tifa's gut, doubling her over and back into the hands of the schoolgirl who'd rock her ribs with a couple of knees.

The audience members directly behind Tifa were hollering their approval at the view up her skirt they were getting, especially with her panties still nestled under her ass...which jiggled a little with every blow being delivered unto its owner but it'd be nothing compared to the amount of jiggling it'd do when Candy takes two fistfuls of hair and drives the bar hostess down via a Facebuster!

"Better take a good look bitch! This is the only time you'll see under this skirt, slut!" Candy's trash talk went well with her grinding Tifa's face into her panty-covered crotch, an act of dominance that went well with the horny crowd...as would her reaching, grabbing and tearing the white top off of the bar hostess, leaving her in her black bra. Candy would leave Tifa laying as she held up her torn up prize. "Yeah! The first of many!"

As the schoolgirl played to the crowd, Tifa slowly pushed herself up with her cheeks burning slightly at being stripped; luckily, she had gone with a sports bra, though how long she could take comfort in that would be anyone's guess. It wouldn't be long before she'd hear footsteps marking the return of her attacker who'd use the undergarment to drag her back onto her feet.

"Seriously?! You went with this?! I was hoping to box those titties of yours out of your bra," said a disappointed Candy.

"Happy...to disappoint," replied Tifa with a huff.

"Oh, I won't be disappointed for long, bitch."