Tilting her head Tifa's face takes a look of mock conflict. "Hmmm, good question what am I gonna do with you? Oooh I know " She says with a grin that makes your skin tingle.
Air whooshes by as you're brought up almost too fast. Face to face with her comparatively button sized eyes. She then brings you closer and closer and closer until...
"Mwah!"
Wait what just happened? Before you're able to further contemplate what just happened you're brought up to her lips again , and again , (insert until satisfied).
"*Giggle* Feel better?" She asks grinning.
"I.. Well...umm. My pride as a man is still shattered but I don't mind as much anymore."
"Aww don't feel so bad. Thinking about it now that was a really one-sided match though... Tell ya what! Tell me something you want me to do to make it up to you. We'll call them your eleven wishes." She says with a wide smile. "Oh and I'm not unshrinking you. -Damn there goes that plan- At least not yet."
"Damn right that was one-sided, you punch ghosts and tanks. There was no way I was gonna win." You mutter under your breath
"What?"
"Nothing! Nothing. Um by the way genies only grant-"
She quickly interrupts you "I know! I just feel really bad. That's why I'm giving you all these She sets you back down on the table *air quotes* wishes."
"So what is it you want me to do?"
(Feel free to edit the choices into something different)
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