Sit on her 'Throne'

In a daze, Tifa tries sitting up while favoring where the umbrella struck when she feels a pair of hands grab onto her hair and drag her away from the ropes. "Aaaagh~" The bar maid's attacker would roughly let go, causing her head to bounce off the canvas and further dazing her but not deterring her from sitting up; no...that'd be Peach coming off of the second rope with her patented Peach Bomber. "UMF!" The crowd that was turning on the Toadstool Princess turns in her favor as soon as her ass lands onto Tifa's face; their cheers grow louder - with some laughter - as she remains seated upon Tifa's face, going so far as to rub her covered caboose against the Avalanche member's facial features.

"Hm...mmm...this throne...is a bit rough..." said Peach as she continued to try and adjust her seat, though really, this was to humiliate Tifa further.

While this played on, Claire watched from her corner while covering up, debating on whether to help her former tormentor, help Peach or stay where she was.