She's for a job.

Tifa was dressed in her trademarked white tank top and micro-leather skirt as she stood there by the doorway. Her brown hair snapped like a tail behind her as she turned her head, seemingly taking everything in.

"Hi, I'm Tifa Lockhart. I was told that there was an opening here for a bartender?" Tifa eventually asks, "Erm... but I don't see a sign. Is the job still available?" You couldn't tell it at the moment, but there was a hint of desperation in her voice as you slapped yourself on the forehead. "The sign! Of course!" you screamed internally, "THAT'S why the asked me to put one up."

You turn your face towards Tifa uncertainly, your brain scrambling to figure out an answer to her as you hummed in thought, "Erm..."

"I knew it! I was too late wasn't I?" Tifa says as she frowns in disappointment, "I'll have to go back to the rest empty handed again then..." she adds, holding the door as she prepares to turn back.

"No, wait!" you shout out, "I'm already the bartender, but I think I could do with an assistant... if you think you're up for it."

"Yes! Yes, I am!!" Tifa turns with a spring in her step, her body lunging forward towards the bar to grab your hand enthusiastically as she seems virtually ecstatic. "What do you need me to do?"

"The pay isn't much, but I'll need to you help around wherever you can. You'll need to live in... I'll provide food, and the work can be a bit degrading if you're not up for it..."

"I am! I will! I can do anything!" Tifa cuts you off, seemingly trying to convince you to keep her as she strikes a pose with her fist in the air.

"Is that so..." you say out loud, an evil grin crossing your mind as you look over the busty barmaid's straining white top. "Alright, Tifa..."