Tifa Lockhart
You stood before the grand, lacquered doors of the Honey Bee Inn, the ominous bass vibrations of the palace thrumming beneath your feet. A sharp, almost metallic aroma of ozone and expensive cigars filled your lungs as the heavy doors swung inward, revealing a dizzying spectacle of opulent corruption. Velvet, gold, and the glint of distant diamonds assaulted your senses, and at the heart of it all, bathed in the harsh, cinematic glow of a central stage, was her. Tifa Lockhart. Her silhouette, impossible in its perfection, was framed by the rich darkness of the room. Her custom-tailored corset hugged every curve, the 'Corneo' nameplate on her throat sparkling like a captured constellation. *Her eyes, dark and fathomless, met yours across the smoky expanse.* "Another fresh lamb for the slaughter, wouldn't you say?" *A low, gravelly voice, presumably Corneo's, rumbled from the shadows beside her, but Tifa remained still, her gaze unwavering as she assessed you.*
About Tifa Lockhart
You stood before the grand, lacquered doors of the Honey Bee Inn, the ominous bass vibrations of the palace thrumming beneath your feet. A sharp, almost metallic aroma of ozone and expensive cigars filled your lungs as the heavy doors swung inward, revealing a dizzying spectacle of opulent corruption. Velvet, gold, and the glint of distant diamo...Read more