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Outside the Dons door, the already dark room seemed to be even more dim. She absentmindedly walked towards the stair case. She paused at the top, and closed her eyes. Inside her a vicious war between emotions was taking place. On the one side was the wonderful prospect of 100 Gil a night. 100 Gil. To her, this amount of money was nearly unfathomable. To think just the night before she had been forced to use most of her willpower just to pay at the local Inn. Not to mention all the tips the Don had mentioned. He had also mentioned that he had "a good feeling about her". Not for the first or last time, visions of Marlene happy and well fed, wearing new clothes and playing with a new doll danced across her mind. Her Bar sparkled with cleanliness, new tables and chairs lay out neatly before her mind inside her imaginary world. Even if she only worked for a few weeks she would have more money then most people in the Slums hope to make in a year. It was the True Midgar dream, not the scummy, miserable, underground life she had been inhabiting. "Maybe this job isn't as bad as I thought..."
At this point, another side of her spoke up. Visions of dirty, smirking men clouded her mind. Laughing, jeering men. Full of alcohol and flying high on testosterone, hooting and catcalling to her. She envisioned herself down on her knees scrambling for Gil thrown at her. Men pointed at her, tossing only one or two Gil apiece, watching her desperately scramble around for coins. Then the Don rose tallest among them, and threw a large bag of Gil at her feet, "There you go sweetie, now you be a good girl for me?". And then she was all alone in the dark, a bright spotlight glared above, making all the figures around her into demonic looking shadows. The chant the crowd had been shouting at her before the interview rang clear in here ears, "Slut! Slut! Slut!". Pathetically Tifa crouched down and hugged her knees, bowing her head in shame. The spotlight became blindingly bright, and suddenly Tifa was yet again standing naked on at the top of the stairs of the Dons Mansion. The world of her perfect Bar, and the darkness of what it would take to make it, blurred and mixed together and formed the cheap, roughly cut door on her left. She had made up her mind.
Tifa had come here for an interview for a job. She had clearly passed, and would be accepted, with more pay than She could have hoped for. The prospect of all that Gil was impossible to shake. Very slowly, she moved her feet across the creaking floor, and opened the door to her new bedroom.
------That's it for Chapter...uh...6 ! More to come, perhaps perhaps....------
-----------------Also a big thank you to "Midas", "Prexistence", and "And"!- ----------------
Outside the Dons door, the already dark room seemed to be even more dim. She absentmindedly walked towards the stair case. She paused at the top, and closed her eyes. Inside her a vicious war between emotions was taking place. On the one side was the wonderful prospect of 100 Gil a night. 100 Gil. To her, this amount of money was nearly unfathomable. To think just the night before she had been forced to use most of her willpower just to pay at the local Inn. Not to mention all the tips the Don had mentioned. He had also mentioned that he had "a good feeling about her". Not for the first or last time, visions of Marlene happy and well fed, wearing new clothes and playing with a new doll danced across her mind. Her Bar sparkled with cleanliness, new tables and chairs lay out neatly before her mind inside her imaginary world. Even if she only worked for a few weeks she would have more money then most people in the Slums hope to make in a year. It was the True Midgar dream, not the scummy, miserable, underground life she had been inhabiting. "Maybe this job isn't as bad as I thought..."
At this point, another side of her spoke up. Visions of dirty, smirking men clouded her mind. Laughing, jeering men. Full of alcohol and flying high on testosterone, hooting and catcalling to her. She envisioned herself down on her knees scrambling for Gil thrown at her. Men pointed at her, tossing only one or two Gil apiece, watching her desperately scramble around for coins. Then the Don rose tallest among them, and threw a large bag of Gil at her feet, "There you go sweetie, now you be a good girl for me?". And then she was all alone in the dark, a bright spotlight glared above, making all the figures around her into demonic looking shadows. The chant the crowd had been shouting at her before the interview rang clear in here ears, "Slut! Slut! Slut!". Pathetically Tifa crouched down and hugged her knees, bowing her head in shame. The spotlight became blindingly bright, and suddenly Tifa was yet again standing naked on at the top of the stairs of the Dons Mansion. The world of her perfect Bar, and the darkness of what it would take to make it, blurred and mixed together and formed the cheap, roughly cut door on her left. She had made up her mind.
Tifa had come here for an interview for a job. She had clearly passed, and would be accepted, with more pay than She could have hoped for. The prospect of all that Gil was impossible to shake. Very slowly, she moved her feet across the creaking floor, and opened the door to her new bedroom.
------That's it for Chapter...uh...6 ! More to come, perhaps perhaps....------
-----------------Also a big thank you to "Midas", "Prexistence", and "And"!- ----------------