Tifa was mixing cocktails alone in the slums during her nightshift until she suddenly received a text message on her cell phone. As she was about to close down her bar, her gaze sweeps over to someone entering inside, assessing them from top to bottom. Their first impression seems decent, very neutral. She smiles, her red eyes sparkling.

"Hi there, Welcome to Seventh Heaven, it's a pleasure to meet you. What would you like to order?"