He Wants to Gloat

Tifa and Quistis soon found themselves before the large red door that led into Don Corneo's mansion. One of the thugs opened the door and motioned for them to enter. Tifa remembered the large entrance hall fairly well. The place was decorated in typical yakuza style with posters hanging everywhere and various weapons and gear littered the room. To the left of the entrance was an unmanned receptionist desk and to the right was a stairway. Without needing to be pushed, she headed for the stairs.

Her destination was to the left from the top of the stairs, but as the group crested the stairs, some of the thugs broke off and headed to the right. The door at the end of the hall that way led to a lounge that the thugs had made their second home. She remembered her first time here, she had been dragged into that foul smelling room. Back then, she had been able to fight the men off and meet up with Cloud and Aerith on her own. She kept moving towards the door leading the the Don's study, but found herself looking past it to the stairway leading to the basement. Aerith had been lucky that only one man had taken her down there. Had she been up against the numbers Tifa had faced, she would not have done so well.

Tifa opened the door and led the way in, with Quistis and a few of the thugs following behind to stand at the door. Behind a desk in the middle of the room sat a short, fat man with his head shaved to have just a blonde Mohawk. On the left side of his head, a tattoo was visible. Don Corneo had a cigar in his mouth, but put it out when the girls walked in.

"Damn, never thought I would have the great Tifa in my mansion. Welcome, welcome! It's good to see you, both of you!"

Don Corneo jumped out from behind his desk and made his way over to the women. Quistis started to say something, but Tifa shot her look and shook her head. The Don looked Quistis up and down then stepped over to Tifa and gave the same treatment to her. He began walking back and forth, eyeing them hungrily.

"So first I hear that Tifa here had handed my men their asses, and then suddenly, here you are. Word is that you were surrendering and that Tifa even bought your way into the Honey Bee. So you understand why that first part would make me suspicious right? So now I need proof. Proof that the great Tifa really wants to surrender."

"What do we have to do," asked Tifa, feeling certain she will not like the answer. She hadn't noticed one of the thugs had moved from the door and put the Don's chair in front of the desk while they were distracted. When Tifa asked her question, the Don backed up and sat in his chair, a wicked look on his face.

"Buy your way into my good graces. Just like you bought your way into the Honey Bee." The Don unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out and began stroking it, that same wicked look on his face. Tifa looked at Quistis, trying to decide if they should fight or double his pleasure. There were still about seven guards in the room and quite a few outside or in the lounge. Did they stand a chance?