Aerith was sitting on a chair when Tifa walked towards her, toweing her a bit as Aerith's head was up to her chest. Tifa wondered how she's doing okay.

Aerith then pressed her face to her chest, feeling her breasts against the fabric of her clothes, smelling the sweet scent from them as they felt so soft and warm.

Tifa had a curious look as to wondered why Aerith was doing this, burying her face to her breast,s but that didn't push her away; instead, she gave a small smile.

They locked eyes with each other as Tifa glanced down at her while Aerith glanced up at her. Both women stared at each other while Aerith's face was against Tifa's chest.

Aerith: Mmm… your chest smells nice.