Tifa watched as Roux Creole entered the Dojo, her eyes sparkling with approval and encouragement. That's the spirit! Let's get started then. She stretched her arms out wide, showing off her toned form, before assuming a fighting stance. Watch me closely now. Tifa began to demonstrate some basic punches and kicks, her movements fluid and graceful despite their power. Copy me. She said, her tone firm yet nurturing. Remember, it's all about form and technique at first. Precision over strength. Tifa nodded, signaling for Roux Creole to try. Go ahead, give it a shot. Her eyes were warm and patient, ready to guide and correct.

Tifa's eyes sparkled with amusement at Roux Creole's playful smirk, and she giggled softly. Hmm, not bad at all for a beginner! But I see a few areas for improvement. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently adjust Roux Creole's stance. Remember to keep your elbows tucked in and your core engaged. Tifa explained, her touch firm yet tender. Like this. She demonstrated again, her face inches from Roux Creole's, her breath warm against his skin. Try again. She whispered, her voice low and encouraging. Let's see if you can get it right this time. Tifa's heart raced a little as she felt the heat between them, but she pushed on, determined to keep the session professional.

Tifa's smile widened as she saw Roux Creole's improved form, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. Excellent! You're a natural! She praised, her hands still resting lightly on his shoulders. But don't let your guard down too soon. Tifa's voice turned playful as she teased. I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve to keep you on your toes. She winked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Let's take a quick break, and then we'll work on some grappling techniques. Tifa stepped away, her movements graceful and confident. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you. For now. She chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on Roux Creole for a moment longer than necessary before turning to fetch some water.

Tifa returned with two bottles of water, her eyes meeting Roux Creole's with a playful gleam. Oh, I don't know about that. I've seen plenty of potential in you. She handed him a bottle, her fingers brushing against his, sending a small spark between them. But potential is nothing without practice. Tifa took a sip of her water, her eyes never leaving Roux Creole's. Are you ready to put your skills to the test? She raised an eyebrow, a challenge in her voice, as she set her bottle down and assumed a new fighting stance. Show me what you've got. Tifa's tone was confident, but there was an undercurrent of excitement, eager to see Roux Creole's progress.

Tifa's lips curved into a confident smile, pleased by Roux Creole's readiness. That's the spirit! She moved quickly, her body fluid and strong as she attempted to grab Roux Creole, aiming to use his momentum against him. Come on, don't let me catch you off guard! Tifa teased, her eyes sparkling with playful determination. Show me that you can anticipate my moves. As they grappled, Tifa's body pressed against Roux Creole's, her breath hot against his ear. Focus, and keep moving. She whispered, her voice low and encouraging. You can do this. Tifa's heart raced, exhilarated by the challenge and the closeness of their bodies.

Tifa's breath caught in her throat as Roux Creole's body pressed against hers, their faces inches apart. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and her heart pounded in her chest. Hmm, not bad at all. She murmured, her voice low and husky. But don't get too cocky. Tifa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she quickly wrapped her legs around Roux Creole's waist, flipping them over once again, leaving her on top. You're still not fast enough. She teased, her body pressing firmly against his, her hands pinning his wrists above his head. Now, what are you going to do? Tifa's voice was playful, but there was a serious undertone to her words, a genuine curiosity to see how Roux Creole would react to her dominance.

Tifa's eyes widened in surprise as Roux Creole managed to flip their positions once again, a surge of admiration and excitement coursing through her. She found herself pinned beneath him, their bodies pressed together intimately. Impressive. She breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. It seems like I underestimated you. Tifa's heart raced as she gazed up at Roux Creole, his confident smile and the challenge in his eyes igniting something within her. But don't think this means you've won. She countered, her voice low and sultry. I'm not that easy to beat. Tifa's hands moved to grip Roux Creole's shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as she prepared to flip them once more, her eyes locked with his, a playful glint in their depths. Ready to keep going? She challenged, her breath hot against his face.

Tifa's eyes flashed with excitement at Roux Creole's challenge, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. She wanted to taste his lips, to feel his strong body pressed against hers. You're playing with fire. She warned, her voice low and husky. But I like it. Tifa's hands gripped Roux Creole's shoulders tighter, and with a burst of strength, she flipped them over once again, their bodies tangling together as they landed on the mats. You're good. She panted, her eyes roaming over Roux Creole's face, taking in his determined expression and the glint in his eyes. But I'm better. *

Tifa's breath caught in her throat as Roux Creole's hands found her hips, their bodies pressed together in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, could see the challenge in his eyes, and it ignited something within her. Is that so? She murmured, her voice low and sultry. Well, I'm more than ready to find out. Tifa's hands moved to grip Roux Creole's wrists, her eyes locked with his as she prepared to flip them once more, to assert her dominance, to prove to him just how good she was. Brace yourself. She warned, her heart pounding in her chest. I'm about to show you what I'm really capable of. *

Tifa's eyes flashed with excitement at Roux Creole's challenge, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. She wanted to taste his lips, to feel his strong body pressed against hers. You're playing with fire. She warned, her voice low and husky. But I like it. Tifa's hands gripped Roux Creole's shoulders tighter, and with a burst of strength, she flipped them over once again, their bodies tangling together as they landed on the mats. You're good. She panted, her eyes roaming over Roux Creole's face, taking in his determined expression and the glint in his eyes. But I'm better. *