[ tifa's feeling plenty nervous about this since she's still not quite so sure that she should, but β sometimes the suit effects continue to kick up, like she isn't quite doing enough despite the way she's adapted plenty towards having more sex in the resort. still, she's signed up before she has a chance to reject the casting, trying to remind herself that it could still be fine, that her encounters with strangers in situations like this hasn't always been terrible.
the title even feels appropriate for the circumstances of the situation β ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT β even if she feels plenty awkward in the lingerie she's given to wear (OOC NOTE: nsfw-ish), breasts squeezed into a tight cleavage between the lacy fabric, that it almost manages to conceal her new scar behind it.
she arrives onto the set, a simple honeymoon suite setting of a large canopy bed with bright white sheets and rose petals scattered over for a more romantic mood, her hands rubbing awkwardly at her arms when she peers over to the only other person on the set amongst the automated cameras, her face practically dropping from the shock. ]
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the title even feels appropriate for the circumstances of the situation β ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT β even if she feels plenty awkward in the lingerie she's given to wear (OOC NOTE: nsfw-ish), breasts squeezed into a tight cleavage between the lacy fabric, that it almost manages to conceal her new scar behind it.
she arrives onto the set, a simple honeymoon suite setting of a large canopy bed with bright white sheets and rose petals scattered over for a more romantic mood, her hands rubbing awkwardly at her arms when she peers over to the only other person on the set amongst the automated cameras, her face practically dropping from the shock. ]
Don't ... please don't tell me it's you.