Tifa Lockheart from Final Fantasy 7

"All in all, we need 5000 Gil or more." Barret's gravely voice still rang in Tifa's head, as she stood in the empty 7th Heaven. Barret, Jessie, Biggs and Wedge had already left to try and scrounge up the money for the operation. And though she wanted to help, Tifa's mind was still thinking about the plan itself. Bombing a reactor. That was the plan. Nothing short of a terrorist plot. No doubt about it, for everyone else this seemed like the plan and work of 'the bad guys'. But even if Tifa knew different, that the Mako reactors were slowly but surely killing the planet, she knew as well that this reactor kept the easy live everyone in the city had. But Shinra and their reactors had to go. She had experienced first hand what it meant if they were allowed to continue. For a moment, a memory of the past flashed through her mind. Nibelheim, burning. Her home destroyed, her father dead. This too was the fault of Shinra and their Mako reactors. So, even if Avalanche's plan did put people in danger, it would be much worse if they didn't do it. Tifa shook off the images of her memories with a sigh, her long hair flowing with the movement of her head. She took a deep breath, her big chest rising. "No, there really is no other way," she mumbled to herself. But where to start? 5000 Gil was a lot, and especially in the slums she would be hard-pressed to collect such an amount doing odd jobs and favors. She looked around the bar—the 7th Heaven. Her pride and joy since she came to Midgar. Here she lived and mixed drinks for everyone in the slums. It was a popular spot, but upkeep and buying materials for drinks kept the profits low, specially since the slum dwellers didn't have a lot of money in the first place. Her gaze stopped, when she saw herself in a mirror that hung in the bar, eyes momentarily lingering on her own chest. "No no no no..." she sighed with a blush, putting her hands on her chest. Her heart was beating fast, even when she only thought about a wicked idea for a split second. Tifa knew that her figure was attractive, and her big chest definitely drew looks wherever she went. No doubt, her chest was also a reason why the 7th Heaven was popular. And while she was not too naive to know that her bodily charms could be used to 'help' with her endeavor to collect the money for the mission—and she had done it a handful of times in the past—she still felt embarrassed about it. Despite her tough exterior, she was still a wallflower from a small town inside. Of course, she never used her charms to an extreme extent—just showing a little cleavage, jutting out her chest or hips in a way to subtly convince someone, small things like that, that could be easily attributed to her natural charms. She shook her head as she exited her bar. Maybe if it was really necessary to get the money, she'd do it. But otherwise, she felt way too embarrassed to use her body like that. Flipping the sign on the door to 'closed', Tifa turned around and put her hands on her hips. "Alright, let's see how we can make some money... I need at least 5000 for the mission," she reiterated and looked around the place in front of her bar. Of course, she was aware that she wasn't the only one trying to get the money together, but with the others doing so much more—Barret being the leader, Biggs planning the mission, Jessie engineering the bomb and Wedge keeping spirits high—Tifa thought it was her charge to at least get all the money together for the mission—a mission she would not participate in because the thought of blowing up a reactor scared her too much. There were plenty of people in the sector 7 slums, and plenty of them knew Tifa, so it would be easy to ask around for work. It would be harder to get a good amount of money out of the people, though.