[ this isn't like her at all, but then, tifa hasn't yet understood how to find a better balance of these emotions, the waves of alternating sensations heating through her body when she doesn't anticipate it, overwhelmed by the heat of it all that even the fabric of that unitard feels like it's pressing too tightly into her skin, nipples already visibly well taut against it, even when it's impossible to really distinguish arousal against panic.
but what she does know is that she doesn't want to be here, not with these invasive men, which is why she feels the heels already beginning to attempt to shuffle to the side to find an opening of escape β when the other man, all in black, suddenly appears.
her own gaze is instantly one of confusion, even behind the coverage of the mask, staring at his held out hand with the quickly raised question of whether he might somehow have her confused for someone else, or β no, is he ... helping her?
there's no recognition of him, nothing except the voice that sounds a bit ... no, it couldn't be anyone she knows. not in this place. and in the light of her panic, there's no room for much thought and she quickly reaches out to grasp his hand, stepping swiftly in his direction to take hold of his other arm. ]
I was waiting so long, I was worried something happened to you. [ she has no confidence in her acting abilities, but she can get away with this much at least, she thinks. but no reason to linger. ] We should go. I'm really thirsty for that champagne.
[ and she practically begins to tug him on her own, at least enough to get out of the space of those men, not wanting to look back on the chance that they might somehow see through it and try to keep her there. ]
no worries at all! i'm more than happy to backtag through it
but what she does know is that she doesn't want to be here, not with these invasive men, which is why she feels the heels already beginning to attempt to shuffle to the side to find an opening of escape β when the other man, all in black, suddenly appears.
her own gaze is instantly one of confusion, even behind the coverage of the mask, staring at his held out hand with the quickly raised question of whether he might somehow have her confused for someone else, or β no, is he ... helping her?
there's no recognition of him, nothing except the voice that sounds a bit ... no, it couldn't be anyone she knows. not in this place. and in the light of her panic, there's no room for much thought and she quickly reaches out to grasp his hand, stepping swiftly in his direction to take hold of his other arm. ]
I was waiting so long, I was worried something happened to you. [ she has no confidence in her acting abilities, but she can get away with this much at least, she thinks. but no reason to linger. ] We should go. I'm really thirsty for that champagne.
[ and she practically begins to tug him on her own, at least enough to get out of the space of those men, not wanting to look back on the chance that they might somehow see through it and try to keep her there. ]