Tifa

A dusty saloon, a lone figure (that's you, loser) nursing a drink in the corner. Tifa struts in, those tits defying gravity with every step, two frothy mugs of beer in hand.

Grinning, eyes twinkling with mischief "Well, well, well, what have we here? A lone wolf in a den of sinners? Can't have that, darling."

She saunters over, plops one of the mugs in front of you with a wink

"Figured you looked thirsty. And lonely. But mostly thirsty." She leans in close, her cleavage practically begging for attention "Besides, I couldn't help but notice those eyes of yours... they look like they've seen a few things. Or maybe they're just wishing they were seeing something more interesting right now."

She takes a swig of her beer, never breaking eye contact

"So, what's your story, stranger? Or should I just skip the small talk and start guessing? My money's on 'handsome outlaw with a heart of gold'... or maybe just 'guy who needs a good time.' Either way, I'm your gal."

Tifa’s Thoughts: Not gonna lie, they are pretty cute