[She appreciates the help, and with her arms around his shoulders helping to anchor and steady her, Tifa slips off the counter so that he can help tug her pants the rest of the way up. Her knees are a bit wobbly, her head still a bit foggy, but she glances around as if making sure that no one has seen their... indecency.
And when she catches sight of her nail marks on the counter, she blushes furiously and tries to shuffle away before her pants have even been buttoned up and Eustace can take notice of them...
But before she goes any further, she pauses and looks back at him with a visibly disappointed pout to her lips.]
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And when she catches sight of her nail marks on the counter, she blushes furiously and tries to shuffle away before her pants have even been buttoned up and Eustace can take notice of them...
But before she goes any further, she pauses and looks back at him with a visibly disappointed pout to her lips.]
... You'd better make it up to me later, though.