Tifa was thinking for a bit about how she had gotten herself into this situation as she looked over the edge of the gaudy airship, preparing herself to jump over the side.
The party had been on hard times for a while now, and ending up at the Gold Saucer hadn't made things any easier for them. One of the staff of the establishment had come up and offered the group a chance to make some money, although it seemed like his proposition had been directed at Tifa in particular. She had expected to be asked for something shameless or immodest, but she was surprised at how reasonable the offer seemed. All they apparently seemed to want was to have her to perform a stunt for the visitors and guests of the Saucer.
The plan was for Tifa to ride an airship up above the Saucer, jump, then descend by parachute to a stage where an audience would be watching. This didn't seem too difficult; the airship and gear would be provided, and she was given an explanation of how to use the parachute once she jumped.
As the airship reached the proper altitude, Tifa strapped the parachute on around herself. The straps of the harness fit tightly around her ample bust and shapely hips, and the parachute container did a good job of filling the space on her midriff between her top and skirt. With everything secured, she slipped a pair of goggles over her face and waited for the signal to jump.
After a few minutes, a man on the deck of the airship gave Tifa the signal, telling her that she was clear to jump. She went to the side of the airship, and put her arms out, before tilting herself forward and allowing herself to plummet from the aircraft. As she fell through the sky, spotlights from the ground shone in her direction, following her and highlighting her for the crowd.
Tifa reached for the container on her front, and pulled a brightly colored handle. A flap on the pack came undone, and the parachute began spilling out into the sky. A round white canopy blossomed open like a flower, and she began to slow as it filled with air. Tifa grabbed the set of handles that was above her shoulders, and began to settle in for the ride.
It was only once she was under canopy and making a steady descent that Tifa realized that jumping in a miniskirt may not have been the best idea. The crowd was looking up at her, and she was suddenly aware they could look up and ogle her at this angle. Tifa's white cotton panties were on display to everyone, and she couldn't steer the parachute and preserve her modesty at the same time…
As if things couldn't get worse, the wind was catching under Tifa top, threatening to expose her even further. The elements quickly made good on that threat, lifting up her shirt and causing her breasts to pop out and bounce freely. Tifa let out a yelp and let go of her steering toggles, trying to correct her wardrobe malfunction as quickly as possible. She was advised before the jump not to let go of the lines for too long or she might go out of control, but flashing onlookers like this was just too embarrassing to handle. She started to wonder if this was the plan from the start, and if they'd known the parachute jump was going to expose her like this…
The few seconds Tifa had taken to cover her breasts back up had already caused her to go off-course, and she pulled on the lines hard to try and correct herself. The wind continued to blow on her, exposing her breasts again and making her skirt hike up to even more indecent heights. The woman silently wished to herself that she'd at least worn something fancy underneath her clothes if she was going to be exposed like this…
As she descended closer and closer to the stage, Tifa could hear the crowd cheering and hollering. She wasn't sure if it was for the stunt itself or for her unintended lewdness. She wasn't sure if she was actually enjoying the attention, or if the adrenaline rush was getting to her, but she felt… turned on by the experience, somehow. The woman relented, letting her breasts and her panties show freely, and letting herself indulge and indulge in the crowd.
Eventually, Tifa landed on the stage, although in a slight daze. She put her arms out as the crowd congratulated her for her performance, and the bright white silk of the parachute settled on top of her, covering her like a veil over a fine statue. And to the crowd and herself, her body was quite the work of art.