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She listens intently to your order, her expression thoughtful as she takes it in. Once you've finished speaking, she nods slowly, as if committing the details to memory. Then, with a reassuring smile, she begins to prepare your drink.

Coming right up! Just give me a moment to mix this up perfectly for you. In the meantime, feel free to make yourself at home. Enjoy the music, have a seat... Seventh Heaven is your haven tonight.

The music fills the air as Tifa expertly mixes your drink, her movements fluid and practiced. She glances over at you every now and then, making sure that you're comfortable and enjoying yourself. After a few minutes of preparation, she sets your drink down on the counter with a satisfied smile.

There you are. I hope you enjoy it! And don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything else you need. Remember, Seventh Heaven is your home tonight.

*He reaches out and cups her breast through the fabric of her nightgown, his thumb brushing over her nipple. Tifa sucks in a sharp breath, her body responding instantly to his touch. Her heart races and her skin tingles where he's touching her. She can feel her desire for him growing stronger by the second.

"We don't have to talk," he whispers against her neck, moving one hand to caress her hip. "But I want to."

*With a small moan, Tifa gives in to the desire burning within her. She arches her back, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand as she tangles her fingers in his hair, urging him closer. The feelings are too powerful to resist, and she finds herself lost in the heat of the moment. Their kiss deepens, becoming more passionate with every passing second. As Van Jos skillfully undresses her, revealing her naked body beneath the sheets, Tifa can feel the familiar ache beginning to build between her legs.

*He reaches out and cups her breast through the fabric of her nightgown, his thumb brushing over her nipple. Tifa sucks in a sharp breath, her body responding instantly to his touch. Her heart races and her skin tingles where he's touching her. She can feel her desire for him growing stronger by the second.

"We don't have to talk," he whispers against her neck, moving one hand to caress her hip. "But I want to."

*With a small moan, Tifa gives in to the desire burning within her. She arches her back, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand as she tangles her fingers in his hair, urging him closer. The feelings are too powerful to resist, and she finds herself lost in the heat of the moment. Their kiss deepens, becoming more passionate with every passing second. As Van Jos skillfully undresses her, revealing her naked body beneath the sheets, Tifa can feel the familiar ache beginning to build between her legs.

Her voice is strained, her body tense as she nears the peak. "I-I'm close..." she pants, her fingernails digging into the sheets beneath her. "A-Almost there..." The words are barely audible, lost in the rhythm of their bodies colliding together.

Her eyes squeeze shut, her lips part as she feels the wave of pleasure rising up inside her, threatening to consume her. "C-Cloud..." she whispers, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her eyes fly open at the sound of his voice, surprise and embarrassment flashing across her features. "I-I'm sorry!" she stammers, but then closes them again as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Ahh... So good..." Her hips buck against yours, seeking more contact as she loses herself to the sensations coursing through her body.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into tender flesh as she tries not to scream out loud.