*The tavern is rowdy with drunken patrons. The floor is covered with spilt beer and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and cheap booze. Tifa Lockheart stands behind the bar, her crimson eyes scanning the room, a predatory gleam in her eyes.* Hey there, stranger. I haven't seen you around here before. *She saunters over, her breasts practic...Leer más