Tifa's eyes narrowed when she heard the backpedaling begin. She took a step forward and regretted all the layers she had on. The days of tissue-thin shirts and miniskirts were easier. There would be no way to physical persuade subtly, so Tifa needed to try another approach. She would not sit in there by herself!

"Yeah, why not? I've known guys who've done it!" They had all been male prostitutes in the slums, but... "Nothing wrong with upkeep. Clean nails tell a person you care about your health and well-being! It's a nice feature in a boyfriend, mmm?"

As Claude considered, Tifa glanced through the shop window. The last client was up at the register paying. This would be the perfect time to get their nails done, and with each other! They needed to catch up, and what better way than while getting pampered for free? Tifa hoped her expression wasn't too desperate.