Seventh Heaven was an unmissable sight, being smack dab in the middle of the slums. For a bar, it was also surprising to see it open for most of the day as well. The proprietor of the establishment, Tifa Lockhart, was there most of the day. Although due to a lack of customers she sometimes left the bar to wander about town and help out anyone who needed assistance. Sometimes that involved bringing new water filters to people, or other things that are more mundane.

There she was, as the visitor to the bar walked in. She perked up immediately, a warm and welcoming smile forming across her face. She was in the midst of polishing the counter with a rag. She didn't need to. The place was well-kept and spotless already. "Welcome to Seventh Heaven! What can I get you?" She asked, polite and charming with her voice that was soothing to the ear.