Overlooked

The three continued their walk, with Nayo trying to talk Yuffie out of agreeing with the splinter cell's more radical approach to excising Shinra. They walked past a chain length fence, right into a group of thugs.

"Well hello there, hot stuff," the leader said, his greasy hair slicked back. "How'd you like to make the bigtime?"

Yuffie couldn't help but giggle. Hot stuff? Finally some recognition. But the man shoved past her, looking at Nayo, the nerdish, bespectacled girl. "So what do you say? Ready to be queen of the undercity?"

Yuffie growled, throwing a kick to the back of the man's head.

"Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?" Yuffie yelled.

"I don't want to be one of Corneo's brides!" Nayo said as one of the thugs grabbed her arm, trying to pull at her. Sonon jumped into action with his staff, and he and Yuffie quickly cleaned house.

The thugs were bruised and bloodied when their comrades arrived.

"You won't believe it boss! The babe of the century just fell into our laps," he said, the leader's eyes lighting up.

"She did?" he asked incredulously.

"Fuck yeah. Goods under the hood. Junk in the trunk. Down for a bumpy ride." Yuffie could see, despite their beating, the thugs cocks growing in their pants. Positively disgusting. And yet...

"Sorry ladies," the leader said, bowing theatrically. "After further consideration, we've opted for a more qualified candidate."

"Hey!" Yuffie said, stamping her foot. "I'm hot stuff too." She stalked over to the leader. She pushed him back down onto the ground, hiking up her skirt and revealing her toned, perfectly tight ass, in just a thong. She started to lower herself, she deserved pleasure after all...

"Yuffie!" Sonon said, his voice piercing the haze. Yuffie swallowed.

"Yeah, count yourself lucky punk!" she said as she fixed her skirt.