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In life every choice has a consequence. For the young mercenary, Celeste Castel, her choice would decide the Planet's fate. When she meets a young man named Cloud Strife, she is asked one of the most hardest questions that will affe...
We make our way to the Honeybee Inn, seeing many people dressed in bee costumes. "Good evening," the male receptionist smiles at us. "Welcome to the heart and soul of Wall Market - the Honeybee Inn. Is there a honeyboy or girl whose company you desire?" The three of us glance at each other awkwardly. One of the male Honeybee staff gives me a seductive wink, which creeps me out.
"We're here to see Andrea Rhodea," Cloud speaks for the three of us. "Ah, the shining star of the Honeybee Inn. Now are you the one who made the appointment, sir? Can I have your name?"
"We don't have an appointment," Cloud answers. "I see . . . I'm terribly sorry, sir. An appointment is required, and the earliest available slot is three years from now," the receptionist explains. "Three years!?" Aerith and I exclaim in unison, our eyes wide at the receptionist.
"Is there really no way?" Aerith asks the receptionist. "It is rare, but Mr. Rhodea does occasionally gives invitations to individuals who catch his eye. "Besides that, there is nothing I can do." I shrug, heading out the Honeybee Inn as Cloud and Aerith follow behind me. "Let's try somewhere else," I tell Aerith and Cloud. I lower my voice so only they could hear. "Plus that place gave me the creeps. Those bee guys kept on winking at me."
"Must've been because you're quite the looker," Aerith suggests. "Isn't she Cloud?" Cloud walks ahead to the last Trio's location. "We don't have time for chit chat. We gotta find the last trio." Aerith and I follow Cloud as Aerith whispers to me, "That's his way of saying you're pretty, Celeste." Aerith winks.
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Location: Hand Massage Parlor Time: 2:05 A.M.
We reach the massage parlor as Johnny comes running out of it screaming like some crazy person. We head inside as a woman in black hair wearing a kimono turns around to face us. That must be Madam M!
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"Welcome, welcome. Just you three?" Madam M fans herself. "Now then, what manner of massage do you desire?" Aerith leans in, "Say what?"
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