[There's another spark in her eyes, an eager bite to her lip, and slowly... so painfully slowly, Tifa stretches her arms above her head as far as they will go in this position. So far that it forces her body to bend and arch, spreading herself open further for him. She can feel the lace strain against her, trying to hold together as best as it can...]
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... Like this?
[A coy glance down her body at him.]