Tifa is chosen

Tifa's face grimaced as Don Corneo gazed upon her finishing his speech, “the girl in the purple dress!”

Tifas’s heart fluttered. She had done it! She was on to the final phase of her mission. She cracked a bit of a smile in pride, but then looked over at Don Corneo, who was eyeing her up and down, licking his lips. He walked over to Tifa, and grabbed her wrist, and began to drag her to away. “The leftovers are all yours,” he casually said to Kotch and the other thugs, as he continued off with Tifa. She glanced back at Cloud and Aerith in worry. She knew what she was doing, but didn’t expect Aerith to get mixed up in this. What would they do to her? What would they do when they discovered Cloud’s ‘secret’? Tifa assumed the other two candidates would just be escorted out of the palace, but now they would be escorted to another room for who knows what. She knew Cloud could obviously take care of himself, but what if Aerith and Cloud were separated? Tifa shook her head back to reality, and her focus on her mission, as she let Don Corneo lead her out of the large room, and through a dimly lit hallway.

Reaching the end of the hallway, Don Corneo opened a door, and light poured out into the hallway, momentarily blinding Tifa. She was led into the room, Don Corneo’s lavish bedroom, with a fireplace, gold candle holders all along the walls, a small bar, a huge gong, TV and entertainment system, and a very ornate canopy bed. Giggling with giddiness, Corneo guided Tifa into the room, before closing the door. The very audible locking sound made Tifa aware of her situation. Corneo ran to the bar to grab himself a drink while Tifa stood frozen by the door. She scanned the room for any problems she should be aware of. The only real threat was the fire, and she didn’t plan to be it or anything. Remembering her guise, Tifa struck a sexy pose and feigned smile while she waited for Corneo to make the next move. She watched him saunter from the bar to the bed, his eyes all over her body the entire time. She could almost see his reaction as his eyes stripped her down in his mind. She could definitely se his arousal at the mental image. Tifa started to actually feel quite ****, but remained posed for Don Corneo, he dress hugging her body, and her oiled skin glistening in the firelight. “So, sexy lady”, Corneo cooed, “What’s your name?” Tifa smiled coyly, and replied with a breathy voice, “Tifa, Tifa Lockhart.” “Well Tifa, it looks like you’ve won the prize,” Corneo snorted, “or should I say I’VE won the prize, the prize being you!” Tifa half laughed in agreement with Corneo, who was chuckling wildly. “Well, Tifa, you can entertain me a bit, or we can get more comfortable? What do you say?” Tifa quickly weighed her options. Entertaining him probably meant dancing seductively a bit for him, which ‘more comfortable’ definitely meant on the bed next to him. She had the feeling he would be quite handsy, and though she accepted that as part of the mission, perhaps it was best to often him up a bit. “Why don’t you relax on the bed, Don, and I will entertain you a bit.” With the flip of a button a small remote, Corneo’s sounds system sprung to life, and played slow music with a double bass, and a drum kit with a steady, sultry beat. Tifa sensed this music was used regularly, and she wondered how many women lost their struggle with Don Corneo to this music. Realizing she was on the clock, Tifa closed her eyes and began to easily sway to the music, the hem of her dress flaring out a bit with each movement. While she was in no way attracted to Corneo, she had to put on a show, and decided she would imagine it was Cloud she was dancing for. She seldom was able to let down her strong persona, and be a woman, but that is what she wanted to be with Cloud. Don Corneo watched intently as Tifa’s body began to more fluidly with the beat; her arm lifted up over her head as she gyrated her hips to the music. She let her hands lower. They slid down over her cheeks, lips, and down her neck. One hand ran back up the side of her face, while the other ran down the front of her neck, and on to her chest, cupping and squeezing a breast, and then sliding down the side of her body to rest at her hips. The other hand followed suit, and soon both were at her waist. Tifa scraped her fingernails over her tight abs, dragging dress a bit high as she did, and revealing a bit more thigh. She turned to the side to give ‘Cloud’ a profile view, and wrapped he hands around her body, imagining Clouds arms around her. Again, she let her fingernails drag along the material, and she seriously began to wonder if it might tear. Opening her eyes, she moved towards the wall, and pressed her back against it, closing her eyes again, she slid down along the wall until she was in a sitting position. The dress caught along the wall a bit, and suddenly she was showing a LOT more leg; the hem just barely covering her lower body. She arched her back, and the dress fell back down into place. She spread her legs wide, seductively, but with the dress covering her still. She let her hands reach up and massage her breasts a bit, before standing and opening her eyes. Continuing to focus on her mental image of Cloud, she averted her view from Don Corneo as she stood sideways and pretended that the strap of her high heel was undone, and bent over to fix it. He watched her body fold in half as she reached down for her ankle, he dress riding high on her ass, and her breasts dropping forward, almost popping out of the dress. Corneo fidgeted on the bed as he tried to get a better view of the back that the dress once covered. She ran her hands up along one of her legs as she brought her body back up to standing, denying Corneo his view. She tilted her ass to him a bit with a jolt, and he watched the muscles jiggle a bit. Tifa spun around swiftly, and the hem of the dress twirled up as the air caught it. It was just enough to reveal the tops of her thighs and the bottom roundness of her ass. Don Corneo was going crazy with anticipation. As Tifa stopped, she moved her hands up to her breasts, squeezed them firmly, and then toyed with the material covering them, just to add the extra seduction. Tifa couldn’t deny that she had turned herself on. As her arms moved back to her sides, she stood facing Corneo, and slowly opened her eyes. ‘Cloud’ was replaced by this vile mob boss, and she remembered her situation.

Well into his drink, Don Corneo beckoned her to join him at the bed. She realized it was now time to be ‘more comfortable’. “Very sexy, my dear,” Corneo applauded, “You’ve earned a special seat next to me.” She watched him pat a spot on the mattress next to him. She walked over and sat next to him, her hands politely on her lap. The moment she was seated on the bed, Corneo had a small camera out and was doing selfies with Tifa. “Um, mr. Don, uh what are those for,” Tifa asked inquisitively. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, just some pictures to preserve the moment,” the Don replied, “and to make sure you don’t do anything inappropriate, like say no.” Soon the selfies turned to straight photos of Tifa as the Don buzzed around her like a bee, taking pictures from every direction. “Daddy likes to have ‘before and after’ pictures, Tifa,” Corneo giggled.