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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...
Location: Madam M's Hand Massage Parlor Time: 2:30 A.M.
Many minutes go by and Cloud finally comes out from Madam M's Standard Course, hand massage. He comes out staring at his left hand flexing it - opening, then closing it. I open my eyes to the sight of Cloud leaning against the wall beside me - dazed from the hand massage. "How was it?" Aerith jumps from the couch, making her way to Cloud's side.
"S'alright, I guess," Cloud answers, eyeing his hand. "What are you doing?" Aerith finally notices Cloud's odd behavior.
"Flexing," he simply answers. I give Cloud a weird look at his 'flexing.' Whatever Madam M did to him, I don't wanna know. Madam M comes out, and making her way behind the receptionist's desk. "Alright then. I think I've seen everything I need to see," Madam M looks at Cloud. She then gazes at Aerith and I. "Tell me what you want and we'll take it from there."
Aerith walks to the counter, as I lean off from the wall, walking over to Aerith's side. "You're one of the Trio right? We want to get into Corneo's next audition." Aerith explains. I nod in agreement to Aerith's explanation. "Hmmm . . . Okay," Madam M agrees. "Wait, seriously?" I was skeptical of Madam M's answer.
"Of course," Madam M slowly walks to Aerith and I. "But, you cannot go dressed like that." Madam M gestures to Aerith and I. "Huh?" Aerith seems confused.
"I could never send any of Corneo candidates wearing such plain-looking getups!" Madam M bluntly says, motioning to our clothes. "Doing so would call my position as one of the Trio into question." Aerith turns to Cloud and me, asking, "Is something wrong with our outfits?"
"Looks comfortable," Cloud simply answers. I give Aerith a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't worry, she said my outfit looks like shit too," I shrug.
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Aerith frowns at my answer. "You didn't answer my question though . . ." Aerith pouts sadly.
"You look like you, and that's all that matters," I poke her shoulder jokingly. Aerith chuckles.
"And me?" I glance at Cloud, arms crossed. "What do you think of my outfit?" Cloud's eyes go up then down, scanning my outfit intensely. I blush at the sight of him intensely staring at me.
"You look nice," Cloud simply says. "Wow! Why thank you-" Cloud cuts me off by continuing, "Nice for someone who complains and whines a lot."
I dramatically gasp at Cloud. "I'm gonna beat your ass, Strife-" Madam M suddenly interrupts our quarreling shouting, "Look, just take this outside the parlor, okay!?" Cloud and I shut our mouths as Aerith asks, "What do we do about our outfits?"
"You just leave that to me. I'll put you two in a dress so fabulous, you'll look like a million gil! So long as you can afford it," Madam M chuckles. I give Madam M a look. "We just lost a thousand gil."
