Chapter 9
Aerith hit Yuffie square in the back with her staff. "Yuffie," She addressed her in a gruff manner, "I cannot let you do this. There is a fine line between fun, and just plain illegal!"
Yuffie smirked at her. "But there is no line between illegal and MY fun!"
Yuffie grabbed Aerith's staff and knocked her back into her chair, where she held her shruiken up to Aerith's neck. "Don't move, bitch, or I'll make this more painful than you could ever imagine!" Aerith began to sob silently as Yuffie grabbed her discarded sweater and tied Aerith's hands behind her back, and also her legs to the chair.
"Now Aerith, you be a good girl and don't cry anymore." Aerith tried, but couldn't stop. She could never figure out why Yuffie went like this, and she hated it. She braced herself, but a blow never came. She opened her eyes, only to be met with the sight of Yuffie shoving her discarded pink dress into her mouth. Yuffie smiled. "There we go. Now you stay there, while I finish getting ready for the show."
Yuffie picked something off the ground. It was a small metal briefcase, which she opened with a flick of her wrist. It contained her 'equipment', so to speak. Inside was a strap for her waist, and some of her 'man-made man substitutes', as she liked to call them. She picked out the largest one that she could find in the case, and screwed it onto the strap, which she had put on her thin waste. Aerith watched in horror as Yuffie moved towards Kairi, ready to do the unthinkable. But suddenly, Yuffie changed her direction, and with a menacing look in her eyes, dashed at Aerith. Aerith tried to scream, but it was muffled by her dress. There was nothing she could do. She would just have to take it.