There was a ring at the doorbell. Tifa was watching television, and sighed as she grudgedly got up to answer it. When she got to the door, she swung it open to reveal a man she never met before.
"Tifa Lockeheart?" the man said to her. He obviously never had seen her, either.
"Yeah, what can I do for you?" Tifa responds, cautious.
"I'm Dr. Valencourt, I'm with a Midgar pharmaceutical firm, ReDux Inc., you may of heard of us." He said to her. Tifa doesn't look too happy.
"No." she responded.
"Oh, well, we specialize in weight gain and weight loss. Well, weight loss, actually. We are just getting into weight gain."
"Weight gain? As in body builders?"
"Oh, no. Body builders already have muscle enhancement supplements. I'm talking about gaining weight - fat, that is - in the traditionall sense."
"But why would someone want to get fat? Doesn't sound like much of a market out there..."
"Oh, you'd be surprised. There are some small villages out there that see fat as more attractive than thin. And there are some nomads up in the North Continent that would kill for a warm coat of fat. It's also for recovering anorexics. What better way to save your anorexic friend without her even knowing it by slipping a weight-gain pill into her drink? Ninty-five to One-hundred-fifty-five in one hour, guaranteed. A pound a minute!"
"For Planet's sake, that's absurd! Besides, what does this have to do with bothering me during my soaps?"
"Well Tifa, you were chosen by ReDux as a perfect specimen for testing out the weight-gain supplement. You're a hearty young girl, age 18-25. You're very fit, you won't suffer any health problems due to being overweight. Plus, you need a little cash."
"How did you know that?"
"Don't worry about that. PLUS, after this is all done, you can use our weight-loss supplement for FREE, so you can get down to your old weight."
"I dunno... you pay...?"
"Fifteen thousand gil, all up front."
"Okay, deal. Where're the pills?" Tifa asked, almost eagerly.
The man pulled out three vials, "Right here... what do we have?"