Shaking Things Up!

After hours of sexual torture, a hefty amount of paint and one or two orgasms that Tifa refused to acknowledge, their little art project was done! And it looked... Well, about as good as it was going to get. Convincing enough, assuming you didn't look too closely, and the lighting was right.

It's funny-- While she slept and bathed at her little apartment, Tifa often claimed that Seventh Heaven was her true home! Where she felt at ease. And yet, standing completely nude in her bar couldn't have felt stranger. She was hyper aware of every noise, every cold spot... And they hadn't even opened yet!

Jessie would be by later, along with the rest of AVALANCHE. So for now, Tifa was flying solo. She opened up-- And immediately raced back behind the bar.

While Tifa's "shirt" was moderately convincing, her bottom half was... Well, not. No amount of black paint could magically mimic a skirt. Her powerful thighs, the curve of her butt and pussy mound-- It wouldn't take much to notice! Thankfully, the bar counter reached up to her stomach.

She just had to... Stand behind the bar. As much as possible.

Patrons soon began piling in. Usuals. Workers from the local plants, simply looking for a stiff drink to ease into the end of the day. They didn't pay her a second glance-- Which Tifa was more than fine with! She attempted to make idle conversation, or rather, attempted to seem somewhat normal and inconspicuous...

And believe it or not, it was going well so far!

She had all of her supplies in front of her. She cleaned, served pitchers of cold beer. This... Wasn't too bad. If the night kept up like this, she could--

"Hey, Tifa! How about a Fuzzy Chocobo over here?" A patron called at the end of the bar. Tifa froze, plastering a forced smile on her face.

"Oh. You, uh... Sure you don't want a beer? We've got some nice imports tonight--"

"No, no. I need something sweet." The man insisted, causing her smile to shake.

While beer was her biggest seller, Tifa's custom cocktails were the stuff of legend, and she was always delighted to serve them! Or, she usually was. When she was clothed. But as she was now, the idea of prepping this drink-- A task that she could do with her eyes closed-- Had her stomach doing backflips.

But, never one to disappoint a guest, she got to work.

Watching Tifa serve was a show in itself. She was beautiful, and her bartending skills were unmatched! But as she readied her cocktail shaker and raised it high, tonight's display would be on another level. She shook the drink vigorously with both hands, and as she did, the rest of her figure shook too.

Heavy, fat tits, which normally had a subtle movement in her shirt-- Suddenly shook, swayed, wobbled and bounced unrestrained! These white painted globes swayed like hypnotic pendulums, making audible smacking noises as they plapped against her toned stomach!

It was only a few seconds. But that display might as well have been burned into the minds of everyone at the bar.

Tifa strained the drink into a martini glass-- A pleasant, pale yellow cocktail, with foam reminiscent of feathers and a lemon wedge-- Before hurrying toward the back room with one arm held over her ass crack.

"Gotta restock, be right back! Ohmygod, ohmygod..."