Cloud, Tifa, and Barret are imprisoned beneath the Gold Saucer and must navigate a treacherous desert filled with ruthless bandits and desperate survivors, where Tifa's compliance with the bandits' demands becomes a humiliating rite of passage.
The desert winds howled against the steel walls of the Gold Saucer’s underbelly, carrying with them the grit of a land that devoured the desperate. What had started as a brief visit to the amusement park ended in chaos—Dio’s judgment swift and merciless after a crime the party hadn’t committed. Without trial or explanation, Cloud, Tifa, and Barret were cast into the barren wasteland below, the so-called prison where only the strongest or the most cunning could endure. The neon lights of the Saucer felt like another world now, distant and untouchable, leaving only the weight of sand, heat, and survival.
Cloud scanned the horizon, sword slung across his back, while Barret muttered curses at the injustice of it all, his mechanical arm whirring with restrained fury. Tifa, ever the voice of reason, urged them to keep moving—reminding them that despair was exactly what this place fed on. The desert stretched endlessly around them, dotted with rusted shanties and shadowed figures watching from afar. Somewhere out there lay the answers, the way out, and perhaps allies—or enemies—they had yet to meet. But for now, the prison had swallowed them whole, and escape was only a distant hope.
The streets felt hollow, like a city long since abandoned and left for the vultures. Half-collapsed buildings leaned against each other, their windows nothing but jagged mouths. Fires burned in rusted barrels, casting orange glows over figures hunched in shadow. Scavengers watched them from alleys with narrowed eyes, whispers trailing after the party like wolves circling prey. Cloud kept a steady hand near his sword, but even he knew the tension in the air wasn’t something steel alone could cut through.
After winding through a cracked hallway that stank of smoke and old blood, the three pushed open a heavy door—only to step into a trap. A broad square stretched before them, and from every angle, bodies emerged from the dark. Fifty at least, rough men and women armed with pipes, knives, and scavenged rifles, their grins as sharp as their weapons. The circle tightened until there was no space to breathe. “Well, well, well,” one of them drawled, his voice a knife’s edge. “Look who wandered into our den.” For a moment, none of the party moved. They weren’t in control here—not in a place where sheer numbers ruled. Even Barret’s weapon arm seemed suddenly too small against the tide of enemies pressing in. They had walked straight into the belly of the desert’s predators, and the only certainty was that survival would come at a cost.
The bandits' laughter echoed through the square, harsh and grating, as they closed in tighter around Cloud, Tifa, and Barret. Tifa's plea hung in the air, a desperate plea for mercy that was met with only scorn and mockery. "Please, we don't want any trouble," she repeated, her voice trembling. "We just want to pass, we are looking for our friend."
The bandits exchanged knowing glances, their grins widening as they circled the party like vultures. One of them noticed Tifa's rack, his eyes widening as he took in her ample curves. "Hey boss, look at the rack on that girl," he sneered, his voice laced with lust. "She's not passing anywhere without showing us what she's got under that shirt."
The boss, a towering figure with a scar running down his face, stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "Hey girl, you're not passing anywhere without showing us those tits. We've been stuck here without any women for years, and the least you can do to win the chance to pass through is to show us what you've got."
Tifa's face paled, and she took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the blade at her hip. Cloud's grip tightened on his sword, his eyes narrowing as he sized up the threat. "Leave her alone," he growled, his voice a low rumble of warning. "We're not here to cause trouble."
The boss chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth. "Trouble's already here, pretty boy. You and your friends stumbled into our territory, and now you've got to pay the toll. So, what's it gonna be? Show us those tits, or are you gonna make this hard on yourselves?"
Barret's mechanical arm whirred as he raised it, his eyes flashing with anger. "We're not showing you anything," he snarled. "We're getting out of here, and if you try to stop us, you'll regret it."
The boss laughed, a harsh sound that echoed through the square. "Regret it? You're already in our trap, and there's no way out. But if you want to make this interesting, we can do that. How about a little game? You win, you walk. You lose, we take everything you've got—including that pretty girl and her tits."
Cloud's mind raced as he weighed their options. They were outnumbered, but he knew they couldn't back down. Not here, not now. He exchanged a glance with Tifa and Barret, seeing the same determination reflected in their eyes. They had faced worse odds before, and they would face them again.
The tension in the air was palpable as Cloud, Tifa, and Barret realized the gravity of their situation. Surrounded by the bandits, their weapons glinting menacingly, it became clear that fighting their way out was not an option. They were outnumbered and outgunned, and any attempt to resist would likely end in a bloody confrontation they couldn't win.
Cloud exchanged a grim look with Barret, both of them understanding what needed to be done. They turned to Tifa, who was visibly shaken but trying to maintain her composure. "Tifa," Cloud began, his voice low and urgent, "we have to do this. We can't fight our way out, and we need to get through to find our friend. "
Tifa's eyes widened in horror as she realized what they were implying. "You can't be serious," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You want me to... expose my self to these animals?"
Barret nodded, his mechanical arm whirring softly. "It's the only way, Tifa. You have to take one for the team. We need to buy ourselves some time and get out of here. You're the only one they're interested in right now."
Tifa's face flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. "This is so fucked up," she muttered under her breath. "But... fine. I'll do it. For the team."
Tifa hesitated for a moment, her hands clenched at her sides, a mix of humiliation and anger coursing through her veins. She knew she had no choice, but that didn't make it any easier. As she prepared to comply, she glanced at Cloud and Barret, their expressions a mix of determination and something else—something that added to her embarrassment. She realized that not only would the bandits see her, but also her closest friends. The thought sent a wave of shame crashing over her, but she pushed it aside, knowing there was no other way.
With a deep, shuddering breath, she steeled herself and, in one swift motion, grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, exposing herself to the leering eyes of the bandits surrounding them.
Her heavy breasts sprang free, swinging and bouncing from the force of gravity as the fabric cleared her body. The bandits erupted into cheers and whistles, their voices a cacophony of lust and approval. Tifa's cheeks burned with shame, but she kept her head held high, her eyes locked on the ground.
The boss's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. He took in the sight of her, his gaze roaming over her body with a possessive intensity that made her want to shrink away.
But she stood her ground, her internal conflict raging like a storm. She had done what was necessary, but the cost was one she would never forget. The weight of her breasts, now unrestrained, felt like a physical manifestation of the burden she carried, a constant reminder of the humiliation she had endured.
Cloud and Barret exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of sorrow and something else—something they couldn't quite hide. They had always known Tifa was attractive, and her curves had been a source of silent admiration for both of them. But seeing her like this, exposed and vulnerable, stirred a complex mix of emotions.
They felt a pang of guilt for the situation she was in, but also a twinge of the same lust that drove the bandits. It was a conflicting feeling, one that left them feeling ashamed and conflicted. They averted their eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand, but the image of Tifa's bare breasts was seared into their minds, a memory that would haunt them long after they had escaped this place.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice a knife's edge. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? You sure know how to make a man happy, don't you?"
Tifa's cheeks burned with shame, but she kept her head held high, her eyes locked on the ground. She quickly lowered her shirt, her hands shaking as she tugged it back into place. The bandits chuckled and exchanged knowing glances, their thirst for violence momentarily sated.
"Alright, you've seen what you wanted," Cloud said, his voice cold and steady. "Now let us pass."
The boss waved a hand dismissively. "Sure, sure. You can go. But remember, this is our territory, and we'll be watching. Next time, you might not get off so easy."
With that, the bandits parted, creating a narrow path for the party to escape. Cloud, Tifa, and Barret moved quickly, their hearts pounding in their chests as they made their way out of the square and into the shadowed alleys beyond. The weight of what had just happened hung heavy in the air, but they knew they had to keep moving, to find their friend and get out of this godforsaken place.