The guard's eyes lingered a moment too long Tifa knew that feeling well Her reputation preceded her even among the stern faced men assigned to duty. She adjusted her gloves a nervous habit. He motioned her forward his gaze unwavering. Tifa walked slowly her mind racing. What were they looking for this time? It was always something never nothing. The fluorescent lights hummed above casting long unsettling shadows. Her heart pounded a steady rhythm against her ribs. Then the order came. "Strip" the guard commanded his voice low and firm. Tifa's breath hitched. She began to unbutton her top slowly deliberately meeting his eyes. A subtle defiance in her movements. The fabric parted revealing the smooth expanse of her skin. The air grew thick with unspoken desire. Her back was a canvas of curves. Every movement was a tantalizing tease. She turned her head glancing back over her shoulder a playful glint in her eyes. The guard swallowed hard. Her panties were next. A slow slide down her thighs. They pooled around her ankles a whisper of lace on the floor. Her body now fully exposed. The guard's gaze traveled from her ankles to her lips. A blush crept up his neck. Tifa smirked a triumphant gleam in her eyes. She had won this round. The tension was palpable a silent battle of wills. She knew the power she held over men. It was intoxicating. Her curves were a weapon her beauty a distraction. The guard finally broke eye contact. He cleared his throat. "You're clean" he mumbled. Tifa smiled. Another victory another man under her spell.
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Her reputation preceded her even among the stern faced men assigned to duty. She adjusted her gloves a nervous habit. He motioned her forward his gaze unwavering. 
Tifa walked slowly her mind racing. What were they looking for this time? It was always something never nothing. 
The fluorescent lights hummed above casting long unsettling shadows. Her heart pounded a steady rhythm against her ribs. 
Then the order came. "Strip" the guard commanded his voice low and firm. Tifa's breath hitched. 
She began to unbutton her top slowly deliberately meeting his eyes. A subtle defiance in her movements. 
The fabric parted revealing the smooth expanse of her skin. The air grew thick with unspoken desire. 
Her back was a canvas of curves. Every movement was a tantalizing tease. 
She turned her head glancing back over her shoulder a playful glint in her eyes. The guard swallowed hard. 
Her panties were next. A slow slide down her thighs. 
They pooled around her ankles a whisper of lace on the floor. Her body now fully exposed. 
The guard's gaze traveled from her ankles to her lips. A blush crept up his neck. 
Tifa smirked a triumphant gleam in her eyes. She had won this round. 
The tension was palpable a silent battle of wills. 
She knew the power she held over men. It was intoxicating. 
Her curves were a weapon her beauty a distraction. 
The guard finally broke eye contact. He cleared his throat. 
"You're clean" he mumbled. Tifa smiled. 
Another victory another man under her spell. 