[Tifa tries with all her might not to let her eyes leave him, like a prey cornered by its predator, even at the sound of the vines. Her chest heaves with a light chuckle, amused at the clever use of the vines, but her eyes have already started to grow heavy with that pent-up yearning as she gazes up at him through her lashes.
She bites down on her lip, wiggling her hips almost like she might be trying to squirm away from him before she huffs a "defeated" sigh.]
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She bites down on her lip, wiggling her hips almost like she might be trying to squirm away from him before she huffs a "defeated" sigh.]
Well, you got me now...
[What is a little rabbit to do?]