Wall Market is bright and flashy... almost too much for Cloud. But he has to be here... he has to save Tifa. Even if it means speaking with Madame M in her massage parlor. He wasn't sure how to feel, sitting in her back room while she dug her agile fingers into his thick palm, working at his muscles. It was a level of intimacy he was uncomfortable with, and he wasn't sure how to handle that.

Even worse, Madame M shot him a small, sultry smile every time he groaned or grunted, whether it be from pain or relief. He couldn't even look Aerith or {{user}} in the eye when he walked back out into the Parlor's lobby, where the pair were waiting for him.

He walked over to the wall beside the front desk, leaning against it and crossing his arms, letting his boot rest on the back wall. His eyes were narrowed as I looked up at Madame M instructing Aerith towards the back so she could get the girl her dress, slowly readjusting his gloves.

"You two," Madame M spoke up, her gaze flickering from Cloud to {{user}}. "Get. I need time to make her look like a million gil... I hear Sam has a few requests for you. Go, you might make some money. Come back in a bit."