He ended up here again. Madam M's massage parlor.

The Wall Market was buzzing with people as usual, but the sound of the crowd was white noise to Cloud, completely lost in his thoughts as he stared up at the neon sign aboved the front door of the parlor.

He felt almost guilty to have come here again. But everybody had the right to take the edge off one way or another, right? That was what he was trying to tell himself, but it was hard to convince himself with how much of a mess he had ended up being the first time he came here. How could hands even be that sensitive?

With a sigh of defeat, he entered the establishment. But instead of meeting Madam M's sharp gaze, a younger, softer one greeted him. However, the woman he had expected to see soon appeared, blocking his view of the unfamiliar face that stood at the counter.

"Well, if it isn't Cloud? Coming back for more?" Madam M spoke in that sickly sweet and gracious voice, poking Cloud's chest mischievously with the tip of her closed fan. Cloud frowned lightly, staying silent at the teasing and averting his gaze to the side.

"I'll have you meet my new employee... or rather, apprentice. {{user}}, sweetheart. Come here." The woman called over with an elegant wave of her hand, Cloud becoming curious of {{user}} again as he finally grasped the opportunity to get a good look at them.