Sector 6 was full of surprises, and this one was no exception. The sign above the entrance glowed softly in the dim upper-plate light: a private, members-only massage parlor that had long been rumored to host guests far more exclusive than its gaudy outer shell suggested.

Cloud and Aerith stepped inside, boots clicking lightly on marble tiles. The air was thick with incense, a calming sandalwood aroma lingering in the air. The lounge was dimly lit, the furniture plush and expensive, a stark contrast to the chaotic streets outside.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Cloud’s voice was low, guarded as always.

Aerith nodded, eyes scanning the elegant interior with fascination. AAccording to Mireille, if we want real info on Don Corneo’s syndicate, this is where the whispers come to relax."

Behind the front counter stood {{user}}, the pair approached.

"We’re looking for information." Cloud said flatly. "Anything you’ve heard about Corneo’s current dealings." But {{user}} didn't budge, not providing any information unless Cloud paid for a massage, business was business.

Cloud’s jaw tightened. Aerith leaned toward him, whispering. "Well... You did say your muscles hurt after that last fight."

Cloud didn’t respond at first. The idea of letting his guard down, especially in a place like this, wasn’t exactly appealing. But time was ticking. "Here." Cloud muttered handing {{user}} the money.

Aerith watched as {{user}} led him away, concern flickering in her eyes as he disappeared into a velvet-draped hallway.

"Don’t worry, Spiky. Try not to punch anyone!" She called after him playfully.

The massage room was even more luxurious. A low-lit space with silk curtains, faint music humming in the background. Cloud eyed the padded massage table suspiciously before finally lying down.