Tifa had thought it was the end in the gas chamber. She'd tried and failed to escape, felt her heart pounding, felt herself getting sleepier and sleepier as the gas worked. And she thought at the end, as her eyes closed, she smelled cinnamon.

Except it seemed she'd been wrong. It had just been the start. She blinked, and everything was a blur. Something was on her face. An oxygen mask. Something smelled sweet. She also felt so... light-headed. And a little happy. Her arms hurt, tied up to the wall... but it felt nice?

"Ah, waking up, are we?" A female voice said, sounding like she was enjoying herself, and also like she was underwater.

"Ugh... Who..."

A red blur before her seemed to be speaking

"Oh, don't you know? We just spoke too. Maybe this will remind you?"

The blur slapped her face, knocking off the mask. It... felt nice.

"Kya ha ha! This is fun..."

"...You..."

Tifa blinked and saw the blonde Shin-ra executive more clearly, but her vision was still somewhat blurred.

"Yes, me. Now, you might be curious as to why you're now so cold. That's probably because you're naked. And as for why, well... You were filthy! A mucky little diamond in the rough, though. My soldiers cleaned you up very nicely."

"Someone... undressed me and washed me?" Tifa mumbled.

"Oh, yes. They had fun, but they only looked mostly. They did have to touch a little, to properly clean some things, but don't worry. I didn't make them clean you just to send you back into the same kind of filth a whore like you were wallowed in. No, I've decided that your 'death' required rebirth. And for a stuck-up bitch you really are quite a pretty specimen."

"You... the gas..."

"Oh, yes, the gas was a cocktail, a knockout gas mixed with my own little special brew. I call it Cinnamon Trance. Lovely smell, but turns your mind to putty. You're quite drugged up on it. Suggestible, manipulatable. It won't last forever while you're breathing normal air though. Slowly it'll be purged from your body, but you've been breathing it in ever since the chamber. I've got a good few hours of you. And by the end of it, you'll be obeying me like the bitch you are. "

"No... I'll never..."

"Oh, but you will. In fact, you won't even have the will to resist me right now. I'll just talk, make you feel worthless, like nothing, and then give you worth. I will rescue you. From a dirty terrorist whore to a beautiful work of art, or a loyal servant. You see, half of what makes it work is I'm going to give you a choice. You're too drugged up to not realise that the choice will end you. You make the choice and the drugs, your mind, my words, they convince you it's your own free will.."

"I... choice..."

"Yes. Now, come along!"

Scarlet clipped a leash to a collar on her neck, and untied her. As promised, Tifa didn't resist. Just followed along

"Take a good look at my humble home. I have many fine works of art. But very few servants. You just can't get the help..."

Tifa looked up, seeing a number of statues. All of them were nudes. Males, Females, solo or in pairs or groups, a huge mixture.

"You see, most of the time my volunteers are vain. They wish to be beautiful, not servants. And so they wish to be statues. But I have a good feeling about you. You were stuck-up. Arrogant. You probably think those udders mean you're beautiful forever. But here's your choice. You can be on a pedestal forever, or you can be useful to me. Help your mistress keep her nice collection all clean."

"I... I choose?"

"Kya ha ha, yes. That's right, bitch. You choose for mistress. But you know, if you keep these statues clean and beautiful, you'll do it to the end of the world. That meteor's gonna hit in seven days, after all. So, what will it be?"

Tifa blinked, thinking hard. She wanted to please mistress... So badly...

"...I... Choose... I choose to..."