Where Salaries Go

A single night was all it took. The very same day that their monthly salary entered their accounts, a not insignificant portion of the guard force would finish their shifts and venture out into the night, board the trains at various stations, and then disperse into the various, less savory districts in search of entertainment. Should something of particular note be found it would, inevitably, quickly spread to the other barracks, and a crowding event would take place. Queues, waiting times or even the product in question running out would eventually all but guarantee that  its popularity would diminish, and the guard force would then move on to the next, shiny new distraction.

"Either of you wankers done soon?"

"Ahhh fuck... that'd be me dude... I'm- oh!"

There was but one exception to this rule, and it bizarrely enough came in the form of a small, dingy bar. Utterly unremarkable at first glance, the Seventh Heaven was situated in the Sector 7 slums of the city, acting more as a meeting spot for the local inhabitants than any kind of tourist attraction - indeed, while a pinball machine, a jukebox and a dart board might satisfy a few, bored souls, it in no way warranted the sudden influx of patrons that it had seen over the past few weeks.

"I-inside is another 1000, s-sir!"

As it turns out, they all came for the sights.

"D-done! A-ah fuck! HNNHH!"

Tifa reared up as the guard thrust inside once last time, slamming into her with finality and a moan tearing at his throat. She had to make a conscious effort to not squeeze the logs in her hands too hard as her own climax rolled over her, the young martial artist feeling her behind getting filled to the brim in less than a second as her own voice joined his in approval. A shiver ran through her the guard's breath fanned the back of her ear, the man's hands squeezing her ample buttocks with a possessive, almost zealous fervor - Tifa's eyes threatening to roll upwards from pleasure as she marveled at the sensation of his laden jewels throbbing up against her behind.

"Finally, y'all taking your sweet damn time this time around!"

In the fog of her mind all she heard was the clink of gil being added to her purse, and as the rut continued, she only realized that the man behind her had been replaced by another due to his breath carrying the scent of cider rather than beer. Before that had been whiskey, and before that, some kind of cheap wine - Tifa knew her alcohols, being a bartender and all. There was always another, always one more, until there suddenly wasn't and dawn bathed her sensitive body in its warm rays.

After all, a single night was all it took before their accounts were empty again - and as long as that was the case, Avalanche would march on in perpetuity.

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Angle 1:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/lightyellowmoisthectorsdolphin

Angle 2:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/neighboringsplendidtench

Angle 3:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/slipperyunwittingequestrian

Angle 4:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/suspiciousadvancedrhea

Angle 5:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/thornyoutrageousvaquita

Angle 6:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/aquausedorca

Angle 7:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/lightslatebluesecondhandcrownofthornsstarfish

Angle 8:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/basicbreakablesmew

Downloads:
EDIT (sound, small file size, sony vegas edited)
Compilation (compilation of all EDIT angles into one video)
RAW (no sound, large file size, raw render)

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Monday Loop featuring the ever lovely Tifa - particularly her tweaked, new model - courtesy of the Alley Crew vote! I tried some new style to double pen animation in this one and think it came out looking a bit more "natural" compared to before, so I hope you like it :)

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! We're headed towards another period of cold up here, so while I huddle up to the radiator (or my GPU, by all means) with some coffee, I hope you're doing well out there.

To facilitate that, if anything, do take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH