At Your Bar (a little backstory)

You groan as you wipe the dust from the wooden surface of your pristine bar top. You had dreamed of buying yourself a bar since the days you started playing Final Fantasy 7, imagining some day of having a busty barmaid of your own at your service. You were horrible at the business though, turning what was once a reasonable establishment into a variable ghost town where not even the worst of drunks are **** enough to patronize your taps.

When the robo-orders rolled in, you pictured it a dream come through, never thinking for once that it could've been a scam as your brain is filled with dreams of having the legendary bar-tending brawler by your side; it would've made all the hardship worth it.

However, 3 weeks had passed since you've placed your order, and you've had little more than the memory of the phone's automated responses in your memory to show for it. Suspicion slowly begins to settle in as you sit in the silence of your bar, the high pitch whining of pure quietness broken only by the occasional drip of water from the sink.

Just as you were about to close for the night, a sound echoes into the silent room; it was a sound you had not heard in ages... it was the creaking sound of the swinging wooden door you've never bothered to fix... the sound of the tacky wooden door making way for a patron...

You look towards it, and there, against the bright back lighting of your bar's porch, stood the busty 5'7 barmaid of legend - Tifa.