Tifa

Tifa walked into the club. She was wearing a tight leather top that showed off her stomach and showed clevage as well as a lethater mini skirt. Okay so her bust was one of the largest Atro has probably seen and the guys stared and whistled but se ignored them and went to the dance floor and began to dance by herself.

Jason

He moved with deadly confidence, but he was an easy enough going guy. He slid through the crowds as though no one existed except her. Yes, her and her alone. He didn't like her for her chest, no, that was to typically male. He liked her for the way she moved. So easy, so carefree. Why couldn't the rest of the world be like her? Jason stepped in front of her and murmered to her over the music May I dance with you? He danced anyways, the new kid in town, with the asian godess.

Tifa

Tifa kept dancing and then heard a murmur and opened her eyes and smiled.Since your the only one that seems that can ask, yesShe spoke. For other males had just come up and danced with her and she kicked their little fannies away.

Jason

His smile was quick and dark, and his hands were placed gently on Tifa's hips as he danced with her. His touch was not commanding, as most mens were when dancing. Jason was a child of touch. He couldn't get enough of touch. His hips moved with hers, and many a time he would turn his blue eyes to the men who tried to come near, his gaze piercing and dark.

Tifa

Tifa allowed his hands onto her hips as the music continued to play and she twisted her hips and went down low and came back up. Her eyes on occasions shut fully.She too would glare at the guys daring them before continuing to dance with Jason