[She takes the towel and drapes it over her head first, patting down what she can before she's standing, eyeing Eustace with a coy grin as she gives him a little bit of a show— twisting, flexing, stretching for another towel for him that she drops over his head—before she's wrapping hers around herself...
As her hair grows more untamed while it continues to dry in the heat, unknown to her...]
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[She takes the towel and drapes it over her head first, patting down what she can before she's standing, eyeing Eustace with a coy grin as she gives him a little bit of a show— twisting, flexing, stretching for another towel for him that she drops over his head—before she's wrapping hers around herself...
As her hair grows more untamed while it continues to dry in the heat, unknown to her...]
Thought you said you wanted your prize later...
[Tifa, stop. You're embarrassing yourself.]