Tifa allows the massage.

Tifa glared at Madam M, and then turned back to the way she was. She was stuck, and had to play along. She didn’t appreciate being **** into this, but the mission was all that mattered, everything else was secondary.

Apparently that included her dress, as Tifa gave no resistance as Madam M slid her hands under the shoulders of the dress, and pushed them off. The dress just at the top of her arms as Madam M began massaging Tifa’s shoulders. Tifa glanced down at the top of the front of the dress, which had released from around her neck and had descended a bit. The cut out of the dress no longer showed the top of her cleavage, but now the middle of her cleavage, and the front of her black strapless bra.

Madam M released Tifa’s shoulders, and reached up to undo the buns in her hair. “Please, wait,” Tifa begged, but Madam M simply replied, “Don’t you worry. I know someone who is fabulous with makeup, and hair, and he will have you done back up in no time.” She moved her lips close to Tifa’s ear and whispered, “Remember...relax.” With that, Tifa’s buns came loose, and her dark hair cascaded down around her bare shoulders.

As her hands returned to Tifa’s shoulders, Madam M began to massage her. Tifa was impressed by the strength in Madam M’s hands. ‘God that felt good,’ Tifa said to herself. The hands massaged down her biceps towards her elbows, taking the shoulders straps of the dress along for the ride. This tugged the dress further down her front, and the cut out section was now showing off her abs, while the former neckline of the dress was resting on her breasts. Tifa was aroused at slowly being stripped under the pretense of the massage. She was not in control of the situation, and frightened her a bit, but also gave her butterflies.

Madam M had enough foreplay and grabbed the shoulder straps and pulled them down to Tifa’s waist. Looking down, Tifa watched her dress pop off of her breasts, exposing her strapless bra. Madam M then slid both hands underneath the sides of the dress, and inched it downward. The dress clung to Tifa’s torso, and she could feel Madam M’s hands on her ribcage, and then sliding downward to her midsection and then her waist. Tifa watched as the material peeled down her body and settled just under her abs. Instinctively, Tifa removed her wrists from the straps, and folded her arms under her bra. She had worn the strapless bra as to no skew the lines of the top of the dress, but in reality, it did little to support her; the tight dress was supposed to do that, but now it was gone.

Glancing at Tifa’s muscular back, Madam M complimented her, “My my, you are in great shape. I have a feeling you will enjoy this release of tension.” Tifa nodded silently, her body frozen in place. “Speaking of releasing tension...” Madam M’s fingers took hold of Tifa’s bra clasp, and began their work unfastening it. Tifa shuddered a bit, and let out a worried sigh, “Ah! Maybe we should leave my bra on...” The request fell on deaf ears; one by one, the hooks were undone. Tifa felt the bra loosen more and more, until the final hook was unfastened and the bra popped open. The bra fell off her breasts just as Tifa caught it in her hands and brought it back up to conceal herself. She glanced behind at Madam M, who had untied her obi, and allowed her kimono to hand slightly open. Tifa saw that she was not wearing a bra, but couldn’t make out what the underwear situation was.

“Come now,” Madam M teased grabbing on to one of the bra straps, “I am taking this whether you like it or not, so best to play nice with me.” Again, Tifa silently nodded. As she released her hands from the bra, Madam M tugged and whisked it away from Tifa’s body. It landed on the floor across the room. Tifa considered covering her breasts again, but let her hand settle on her lap; her lower body a stark contrast to her upper body in the clothing department. Tifa took full stock of her situation as Madam M admired her body from behind. She had come in to get approval for the Bridal Audition, and so far had let herself be stripped half naked. For a brawler, she had put up little resistance.