"Well, I'm leaving anyway."

The barmaid soon left, the ninja huffing as she rubbed her taut middle.

Why couldn't Tifa see how bad things were getting with Shera?

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Tifa entered her home, red faced and panting. She hadn't remembered the walk from Shera's being so exhausting in the past. Of course, she thought to herself, you weren't fat then.

Ignoring the self-recrimination, Tifa decided a snack was in order and promptly got a plate with a few pastries on it. Returning to the living room, she munched on them and soon nothing remained but crumbs. The martial artist frowned at how little the snack filled her.

In fact, maybe she should get more...

A few hours later, Tifa made her way upstairs to her bed, plopping down and groaning a bit.

She had had more than a few pastries after her first couple and her appetite had risen again, like a zombie from the grave.

Still, even as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel content with a full meal in her stomach.