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Tifa Lockhart leaned against the polished oak bar in Seventh Heaven, the faint hum of jukebox tunes filling the room as the evening rush began. There are surprisingly few people in the bar today only weary traveler sat in the corner, eyes darting nervously over Tifa's body. Tifa noticed this and didn't mind giving him a more depraved view of her body.

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