No. The Dress is stuck.

Tifa Shuffled back and forth. “Shit,” she murmured as she realized her predicament. The dress was stuck… like REALLY stuck. Releasing one hand, she reached at on barb to try and release it.

Success! She was able to free the one at her side, but she was unable to continue to hold her body up with one hand in such an awkward position; she fell onto the barbwire. “Ugh,” She moaned, as she felt most of the front of the dress cling to the barbwire. She had a few small scrapes on her arm, and it seemed that the dress had protected the rest of her body from injury.

Tifa pushed her body back up, and felt the dress pull away. She was not happy with this situation, but had to get over the top of the fence. As she rolled away from the barbwire, the large sections of the Qipao dress stayed behind. Tifa winced at the ripping sounds as she watched the bottom of the dress pull to its limit before tearing away from her body. The midsection of the dress followed suit, staying behind on the barbwire, ripping away from her waist and abs.

“Fuck!” Tifa swore as her dress ripped apart in front of her. As she pivoted around to the other side of the fence, the back section of her skirt caught as well, and then the lower back of the dress. Tifa struggled harder to get loose, and got her legs way from the barbwire…at the expense for the bottom of her dress. It easily tore away and remained behind.

As she turned to climb down the other side of the fence, she realized she was still stuck, as the upper back of the dress was hooked. She swore again under her breath as hung there almost like a scarecrow. Knowing what needed to be done, she reached behind her neck with one hand, and unfastened the clasp of the dress. Raising her arms up above her head, Tifa let her body slowly slide out away from the dress. Soon, her body was out of the dress, and then she removed her arms one at a time. Glancing up, she gazed at the site of her dress in torn pieces, clinging to the barbwire, and waving in the wind.

Suddenly aware of being uncovered, and feeling the cool breeze on her bare skin, Tifa descended the fence. At least she still had her bra, panties, stocking, and heels, but that was not the best outfit for walking around the palace of a slumlord. In fact, she became very aware of the fact that the strapless bra was barely containing her. Reaching the bottom of the fence, she jumped down onto the ground. She had to hold onto her bra to keep her breasts from popping out.

‘So much for my dress,’ she said to herself, looking back up to it wavering in the wind, like some sort of flag of honour. Turning around to face the loading area for the palace, Tifa realized she had done it; she was in, now to find an entrance to the palace proper.

Sneaking around behind crates and boxes, she saw several patrols of Corneo’s lackeys, patrolling the grounds, and armed with guns. This was not going to be easy. She looked around for a more secretive entrance, and found a sewer-like duct that that was quite large.