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Marle had been right, the anticipation really had been killing her. It reminded her of when she started training to fight. She dreaded the day that she would get punched. Really punched. Not with boxing gloves, but a real, bare knuckle blow. She even had nightmares about it. Then it happened. Yes, it had been awful, but not nearly as bad as she had been building it up to be in her imagination.

She was very much not happy with her current situation, but, if she was being perfectly honest, it wasn't as bad as she was dreading it would be these last few days. It was deeply embarrassing, more than a bit humiliating, and she was absolutely ashamed of herself for doing it even if it was for a cause she believed in. But it wasn't fatally embarrassing. She feared that if she went through with it, she would drop dead at the first customer.

And she had gone though with it! She knew it was an incredibly stupid thing to be proud of, like the idiots who bragged about winning drinking contests after she had to Esuna them off of the floor, ginning like idiots even though they nearly drank themselves to actual ****. But she couldn't deny that there was a small part of her, the stubborn and competitive part of her, that was proud she hadn't backed down from the challenge.

The scrappers were downright bashful, which amused Tifa. They were turned away from Tifa, trying to talk about their day and plans for tomorrow, but it was a stilted and awkward conversation. Not that Tifa was any better. She would catch their eyes glancing at her, and every time if felt like a physical ****. Occasionally, the would turn to her, to openly stare and to also attempt to include her in the conversation, and she really wish they wouldn't. Her tongue tripped over itself as her fried brain tried to find anything to say about the conversation she could barley hear over the sensation of being naked.

"Holly molly, they're even BIGGER when they're out!" Tifa looked up as the doors swung open. She knew there would be more people here tonight, but she had held onto a fools hope that she could get through the evening quietly. It was one of the town drunkard and his bum friends, laughing and elbowing each other as they ogled the nude bartender.

Bum was a harsh term. Real jobs were scarce in Sector 7. But there was always something that needed done. Building to repair, trash to clean up, monsters to fight. These men did none of that. If they applied themselves, some might even throw a few gil their way so they wouldn't put everything on their "tab,' which to them just mean free drinks.

"Welcome to 7th Heaven." Tifa faked a smile. "Got gil tonight?" The thin veneer of hospitality in her voice melted away as she scowled. If she was going to put on a show, she was damn sure getting paid for it.

"Easy there, missy!" The leader of the pack raised his hands in surrender. Tifa was glad that her red-eyes carried enough power still to distract from her bare breasts and intimidate. Everyone who patronized 7th Heaven knew that Tifa wasn't afraid to throw someone out, sometimes literally. The bum held up a pouch of gil. the coins jingling against each other. "We worked out asses off today. We weren't going to miss this for the world!"

"Good." Tifa wasn't sure how she felt about her skin being such a strong motivator. "Take a seat. What'll you have?" She asked, looking for anything to busy her hands with and distract her from the fact that was totally naked in a room filling up with men.

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