NNNOPE!!

A few seconds after the buzzer, a rock beat played over the speakers before giving away to lyrics.

[Don't you know, don't you know

I can be so strong

I can break anything in two]

As the rock song continued playing, out would run what could probably be best described as a stereotypical 'sexy' schoolgirl - crimson hair in pigtails, white dress shirt with the hem rolled up & the front tied into a knot, pleated brown/orange tartan skirt - but the choker, fingerless gloves (with metal-studded wristbands in black with a larger red wriststrap-style wristband on her left arm and a black square-studded wristband on her right arm), a red leather belt around her waist, with metal studs and grommets, and knee-high stiletto-heeled boots would say otherwise.

Those recognizing her were already chanting "CANDY CANE! CANDY CANE" as she made her way up the steps, and up the corner behind Tifa who was still stuck in her tug-of-war with Claire for her panties. "Uh...where are you going?" Tifa asked as she tried her best to look behind her.

"You're about to find out, bitch," replied the schoolgirl as she balanced herself atop the corner before launching herself at Tifa, knees colliding into the back of the bartender's shoulders and sending her crashing face-first into the canvas, cutting off the cry of surprise she was emitting; Candy - or Miss Welsh if you're her teacher - would have a better landing, rolling off of Tifa and stopping on a knee.

Having gotten a beyond-ringside seat, Claire had curled herself into the corner, the auburn-haired woman being kind enough to let go of Tifa's panties, leaving the garment's waistband nestled under her butt. Claire's eyes would glance upwards and lock with those of the new arrival. "Oh shit," she'd get out before that arrival gave her an up-close and personal look at what Tifa felt on her back, both knees being driven into her chest & face. "UMF!"

As her knees ground themselves into Claire, Candy raised her fist to play to the excited & horny crowd.