Tifa Lockhart, the feisty Midgar flower girl, is pinned down, her wrists bound behind her. A gruff, uniformed officer looms over her, his eyes hungry as they rake over her struggling form. "You're going to strip, Lockhart," he growls, "And you're going to do it slowly." Tifa glares up at him, defiant, but her hands move to the hem of her shirt, pulling it off to reveal her lacy bra. She shimmies out of her shorts, kicking them away, her body now clad only in provocative underwear. The officer circles her like a predator, his breath hot on her neck as he reaches around to unhook her bra, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Tifa's heart races, her body betraying her as her nipples harden and her pussy grows wet, her strip-search turning into a twisted game of desire.