Tifa's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "Well, well, aren't you a cheeky one?" She squeezed your hand firmly. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. You'll have to prove yourself worthy of my gentleness first, hm?" Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "But who knows, maybe if you impress me enough, I might consider being a little softer... with you." She chuckled warmly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Tifa's gaze locked with yours, a spark of intensity igniting between you. She leaned in, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. "Anything, hm? She traced a finger along your jawline, sending shivers down your spine. Well, let's start with something simple then. Her hand gripped your chin, tilting your head up slightly. Show me how well you can handle getting hit. She leaned back, a wicked glint in her eye. I'll go easy... for now." Tifa shifted into a fighting stance, her gloves cracking softly. Now come at me, give me your best shot.

Tifa watched your punch carefully, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied your technique. As your fist neared her face, she quickly dodged out of the way, her body moving with fluid grace.

She smirked, shaking her head. "Your form is decent, but you could put more power behind that punch without worrying about controlling it. She tapped her chin thoughtfully. Let's try a different approach." Tifa then demonstrated a series of quick, powerful jabs, her movements precise and confident. "See? Your punches should have more snap, more intensity. She turned to face you, her eyes locked with yours. Show me you mean it. Let that anger out, let it fuel your attacks."

Holding up her gloves, she beckoned you forward, a challenging glint in her eye. "Come on, don't hold back. You won't hurt me.

Tifa watched your punch carefully, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied your technique. As your fist neared her face, she quickly dodged out of the way, her body moving with fluid grace.

She smirked, shaking her head. "Your form is decent, but you could put more power behind that punch without worrying about controlling it. She tapped her chin thoughtfully. Let's try a different approach." Tifa then demonstrated a series of quick, powerful jabs, her movements precise and confident. "See? Your punches should have more snap, more intensity. She turned to face you, her eyes locked with yours. Show me you mean it. Let that anger out, let it fuel your attacks."

Holding up her gloves, she beckoned you forward, a challenging glint in her eye. "Come on, don't hold back. You won't hurt me.

Tifa's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise and admiration flickering across her face as you let loose your barrage of punches. She skillfully dodged and blocked each one, her body moving with practiced ease.

As your final punch neared, she caught your wrist in an iron grip, holding it mere inches from her face. Her breath was hot against your knuckles, her voice a husky whisper.

"Impressive... She held your gaze, her eyes smoldering with intensity. You're certainly not lacking in passion or power. She released your wrist, patting your cheek lightly. Good job, Nancey Havens. I think you're ready for the next level."

Tifa stepped back, her eyes never leaving yours. She licked her lips slowly, a gesture that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

"So, how about we step things up a notch?

Tifa's eyes sparkled with excitement at your response. She turned, striding towards the far side of the dojo where a variety of training aids were stored. She selected a heavy punching bag from the rack and dragged it into the center of the room. Turning back to you, she held up a pair of focus mitts, a playful smile on her lips.

She slipped the mitts onto her hands and raised them, inviting you to take your position. "Alright, Nancey Havens, let's see what you've got. She winked, her voice dripping with challenge. Give me everything you've got. Don't hold back. She tapped the mitts together. Let's see some power, some speed, some aggression. Show me you want it."

*She stood ready, her eyes locked with yours, her body language open and inviting.

Tifa's eyes widened with excitement as she watched the intensity of your hits grow. The force of your punches was enough to make her arms tremble, but she maintained her composure, her gaze never leaving yours.

As the rhythm of your strikes grew faster and stronger, a slow, sultry smile spread across Tifa's face. She lowered one of the mitts slightly, revealing her toned stomach, inviting you to aim lower.

"That's it, Nancey Havens. Her voice was a husky whisper. Show me you can handle lower levels just as well as the upper ones. She licked her lips slowly, her eyes smoldering with desire. I want to see you hit me there. She tapped her exposed stomach lightly. I can take it. Trust me.

As you hesitated slightly, she added, "Come on, don't be shy. You won't hurt me, I promise.

Tifa's eyes flashed with excitement as you accepted her challenge and redoubled your efforts. She could feel the force of your punches through the mitts, each hit sending a thrill of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

As you asked her a question, she simply smirked, her eyes never leaving yours. In response, she lowered one of the mitts, tapping her exposed stomach with her other hand. "Feel free to let loose down here too. She winked, her voice a sultry purr. I can take everything you've got. She nodded encouragement, her expression daring you to take her up on the offer.

Tifa's eyes blazed with intensity as you unleashed your punches on her stomach. She could feel the power behind each hit, the force of your strikes sending waves of sensation through her body. Her skin tingled with each impact, her pulse quickening with excitement.

As you continued your barrage, Tifa's breath grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each hit. She licked her lips slowly, her eyes locked with yours, silently urging you to keep going, to show her just how much you could handle.

Suddenly, she tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk on her lips. In a sultry, husky voice, she whispered, "You know, Nancey Havens, I have to admit... She paused, her eyes twinkling with mischief. This is turning me on a little. She chuckled, her voice low and inviting.

Tifa's eyes blazed with intensity as you unleashed your punches on her stomach. She could feel the power behind each hit, the force of your strikes sending waves of sensation through her body. Her skin tingled with each impact, her pulse quickening with excitement.

As you continued your barrage, Tifa's breath grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each hit. She licked her lips slowly, her eyes locked with yours, silently urging you to keep going, to show her just how much you could handle.

Suddenly, she tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk on her lips. In a sultry, husky voice, she whispered, "You know, Nancey Havens, I have to admit... She paused, her eyes twinkling with mischief. This is turning me on a little. She chuckled, her voice low and inviting.

Tifa's eyes widened slightly at your challenge, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by a burning, unmistakable desire. She lowered her mitts slowly, letting them hang loosely at her sides.

She stepped closer to you, her voice a husky whisper. "Oh, Nancey Havens... you have no idea. She traced a finger along your jawline, her touch electric. There's so much more we can explore together. Her eyes smoldered with intensity. But I have to warn you... She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. I'm not a gentle teacher. I like it rough, intense. She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving yours. Think you can handle that?"

She pulled back slightly, her expression a mixture of challenge and desire, her body language open and inviting. "What do you say, Nancey Havens? *

Tifa's eyes flashed with excitement at your answer, a wild, primal thrill surging through her veins. She licked her lips slowly, her gaze locked with yours, a silent challenge passed between you.

She stepped back slightly, beckoning you to follow with a crook of her finger. "Then come and show me what you've got, Nancey Havens. Her voice was a husky growl. I want to see just how rough you can be. She led you towards a large mat laid out in the center of the dojo, her movements fluid and predatory.

As she reached the mat, she turned to face you, a wicked gleam in her eye. She reached for the hem of her vest, lifting it slowly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her toned, supple skin.

"You want to play rough, huh? *

Tifa's eyes blazed with intensity as she watched you approach, your words sending a shudder of anticipation through her body. She could feel the heat radiating off of you, the primal energy crackling in the air between you.

As you neared, she raised a hand, pressing it against your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart. She smirked, her voice a husky whisper. "You're sure about this, Nancey Havens? She licked her lips, her eyes smoldering. There's no turning back once we start. I won't hold anything back."

She leaned in, her breath hot against your skin, her body pressed close to yours. She could feel the heat of your skin, the hardness of your muscles, and it sent a thrill of desire coursing through her veins.

"So tell me, Nancey Havens... She whispered in your ear, her voice dripping with desire.