A man in blue approached the doorman of the Honeybee Inn, Midgard's most famous house of ill repute.
"Got your member's pass?" asked the doorman.
"That's not why I'm here. I've got a girl you might be interested in."
"She hot?"
"The finest piece of ass in the city. Name's Tifa. Runs a bar called Seventh Heaven."
"Tifa Lockheart?" the man asked incredulously. "She sure is a fine piece of meat, but there's no way she'd work here. Thinks she's too good for it. Plus, her and this spiky headed guy and this girl in pink pissed off Don Corneo a few years back. He still holds a grudge."
"What if she made it up to him?"
"And how would she do that?" the doorman asked, leering.
"Any way he wants. ANY way."
The doorman's grinned widened.
"Tifa's tits alone should be enough to keep her bar in business. But if you're serious, we can definitely do business."
The two men shook. The man in blue sat a box down on the steps. The doorman raised an eyebrow.
"A gift for the girls."
"I'm sure they'll love it. Let's go see the Don."
As the two men walked away, the doors opened and a large chested woman dressed in a skimpy honey bee costume scooped up the box. She took it inside, reading the note aloud.
"For the Girls. Ooh a present!"
She opened the lid to reveal a pile of glowing pink stones.
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