One Step into Darkness
Seventh Heaven was a real oasis in the slums. The was bar well known for its owner, Tifa Lockhart, master of cocktails and cumshots. “I’m back,” grunted Barret Wallace, the muscular enforcer of the notorious freedom fighter group AVALANCHE as he entered through the door. “How’s Marlene?” asked Tifa with a smile on her face, while washing a glass for her friend. “Same as usual, life won’t get any better in this place. And I don’t need a drink,” he added. Tifa winked and flashed a curious smile and put the glass down. “Something else, then?” “Yes, that. Something else.” “Something better?” “Aw, come on, girl! I’m getting embarrassed here…” “Fine. Back room, as always,” Tifa said, nodding her head towards the door leading there. Everyone knew you could get blowjobs from Tifa for 20 …