Thread: From AVALANCHE to SLUT {darkest_fate&Morathor}

Jessie, is that you? asked Tifa , outright now believing her luck. The dark-haired monk's expressive brown eyes grew saucer wide as she beheld the chained, slender brunette before her. It was a little hard to tell her old companion wore some sort of collar strapped about her neck, along with the standard uniform of a Honeybee in Jessie's case, this amounted to black and yellow striped lingerie, complete with long stockings that ended in jet black heels, a pinching corset that pushed up the mechanic's chest, making it look larger than Tifa remembered, and some makeup to make the more roughly pretty girl look downright stunning. Tifa recognized a lot of the adornments. After all, she'd been working there for well over two weeks now, serving as an introductory Bee and helping guests get situated into rooms. Her experience as a barmaid made her perfect for the job. Well, that and the fact that no matter how you looked at it, Tifa was a knock out. Her honed body gave her an incredibly fit figure athletic, tight, well muscled abs, a rock hard ass that looked great in a tight skirt, legs that looked like they could kick off a robot's head because they could, and arms with just enough definition to be almost scary. Plus, she had a good mixture of girl next door jeans a slightly soft face, expressive brown eyes, an easy smile. Oh, and there was her chest arguably too large for a martial artist, though she managed to strap the girls down often enough. She couldn't really hold either breast in one hand, but it wasn't like she needed to, or that anyone else was asking. So, yeah, Tifa could easily slide into the roll of overly cheerful, overly pleasant girl. She could also reach over and tug at Jessie's collar, making the mechanic grunt. They both knew to be quiet even in the almost constant thrum of noise, someone could be paying attention. It was almost a miracle that there weren't thugs on hand to watch, mostly because Tifa had tricked them after having noticed the girl who looked like Jessie in passing. Tifa leaned in now, studying the collar. Yeah, they got you with some status materia, she mumbled, still not quite believing how they'd managed to warp materia to their gains, or how their collars let them equip it to girls without much chance of removal. We can probably remove it... Tifa chewed her lip. But not here, finished Jessie. Tifa had to shake her head, but the mechanic waved it away. It's fine, she clasped Tifa's hand, I'm just glad you found me! You don't know how awful it's been here. Ever since they caught me after the raid... Tifa nodded. They'd lost Jessie during a raid on a reactor. The raid had succeeded, but SOLDIER had been present, scooping up Jessie. That's what pressured Tifa into demanding that they seek out Cloud, since she knew he was in town her feelings toward the cute blonde had nothing to do with it. But rumor had put Jessie here, so Tifa had gone through the downright painful process of getting in. At least she hadn't needed to break many fingers during her stay here they knew to keep their hands on the floor bees instead of the greeters. Right, so what are we waiting for? asked Tifa. I have keys to get out and-- No! Jessie shook her head. We need to---there's this thing, she gave Tifa's hand a tug. The fighter paused for a moment. Did they have time for this? But Jessie was insistent, and so Tifa relented. She followed her companion through the bustling club. Nobody looked twice at a bee and a greeter. Tifa wasn't wearing her standard outfit, though she'd thought about changing for this, but what she had wasn't that far removed tight yellow halter top and black leather skirt. Her long, butt length ebony hair had been left loose instead of her loose tail, but she was still confident it wouldn't get in the way, a fact she proved as they ran into a surprised guard. Jessie led her down, down into a basement, where the trappings and entertainment faded away. Down into what... what looked a lot like a lab. Tifa chewed her lip, nerves twisting her gut, wondering if they shouldn't go up, come back later. But Jessie insisted they had to figure this out. So they went forward, moved further and further... .... finding.. finding... Is that a Mako infuser? gasped Tifa, gaping at the tube and the extra equipment on hand, unable or unwilling to believe her eyes.