[She had just barely started slipping her shirt on when he comes up behind her, and for a moment, her eyes dart to the door that she knows she locked, but... one can never be too sure! His voice rumbling in her ear has her leaning back against him, soft hums coming from her chest as she slides a hand up his jaw to bring his head in close...

There are footsteps and voices echoing in the halls just outside, and Tifa tries to pull herself away.]

Hmm. Then we can find something smaller, if that's what you really want. Gotta admit though, this is nice...

[And she doesn't mean the castle.

But there's something to be said about standing in the middle of a lavish room with such high ceilings, velvet and silk on every surface, and a fire roaring in the hearth that makes her think about the unthinkable...]

But this isn't the one. I get it.