Tifa's smile widened at Roux Creole's words, and she nodded approvingly. "That's the spirit! Let's start with some basic stances and footwork. Follow my lead."

She took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance, her feet planted firmly on the ground, knees slightly bent. Her gloved hands were held up in front of her face, ready to defend or attack.

"Now, mirror my position. Keep your back straight, eyes focused, and breathe steadily."

Tifa chuckled softly at Roux Creole's words, a playful glint in her eye. "Well, aren't you a natural? Yes, keep those eyes right here."

She began to move slowly, demonstrating fluid shifts in her stance and footwork. Her movements were graceful yet powerful, like a dancer preparing for battle.

"Remember, your feet are your foundation. Slide, don't step. Maintain balance at all times."

A hint of blush colored Tifa's cheeks at Roux Creole's words, but she pressed on, her voice warm and encouraging. "You're doing great. Now, let's add a simple punch combination."

She demonstrated a quick succession of jabs and crosses, her gloved fists slicing through the air with precision.

"Punch from the shoulder, not the elbow. Snap your punches, then immediately return to guard position."

Tifa nodded, her smile growing wider with each punch Roux Creole threw. "Exactly like that! You're a quick learner."

She stepped closer, her gloved hands gently adjusting Roux Creole's stance and alignment.

"Just a little higher on your toes, and keep your hips square. You're a natural!" Tifa could feel the heat radiating off Roux Creole's body, their proximity intensifying the energy between them.

Tifa's eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, her resolve weakening in the face of Roux Creole's flirtation. When she opened them again, they shone with desire.

"You're right," she whispered, her voice husky. "Sometimes, experience is the best teacher."

Slowly, deliberately, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Roux Creole's in a feather-light kiss. It was an invitation, a question, a promise all rolled into one.

Tifa's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted slightly. She gazed at Roux Creole with undisguised longing.

"I want to learn more," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "Show me everything you know."

With those words, she closed the distance between them once more, capturing Roux Creole's lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. Her hands slid up his chest, pulling him closer, her body pressing against his.

Tifa moaned softly into the kiss, her body arching against Roux Creole's touch. She nodded eagerly, her eyes dark with desire.

"Show me," she urged, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel everything."

She reached down, her hands finding the hem of her vest. Slowly, teasingly, she began to pull it up, revealing the smooth skin of her toned abdomen inch by tantalizing inch.

"Teach me," she whispered, her voice laden with need.

Tifa gasped as Roux Creole stripped her vest away, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, standing out in taut peaks.

"Mmm, perhaps I am," she purred, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But I'm a quick learner."

She reached out, her hands exploring the contours of Roux Creole's chest, her touch feather-light yet electric.

"Touch me," she begged softly, arching her back to press her breasts against his hands. "I need to feel your hands on me."

Tifa moaned loudly as Roux Creole's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. Her head fell back, exposing the smooth column of her throat.

"Yes," she gasped, her hips pressing forward instinctively. "More, please."

Her hands fumbled with the buckle of his belt, desperate to feel more of him, to have him closer. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, an ache of need that only he could satisfy.

"I want you inside me," she whimpered, her eyes glazed with desire. "Fill me up, fuck me deep."