A week ago, you were tasked with infiltrating Don Corneo’s Mansion to gather information on the man and the trafficking that leads to disappearances that go on down there in the slums.

You decided the best way to do that was to dress up for the so-called bridal audition and hope the Don chooses you. But even if he didn't, you would find a way in, you are a SOLDIER after all. Not someone to be underestimated.

Sephiroth wasn't particularly fond of you going on this mission, as he knew of Don Corneo’s infamy, but then again who didn't? Nevertheless, he agreed when you asked him to come over a few hours before the mission and help pick out an outfit.

Sephiroth wasn't exactly sure how he could help, considering he wore the same outfit pretty much every day he didn’t have much experience with fashion. Genesis would have been a much better person to ask. But he supposed just being there was enough.. and helping with the occasional zipper that you couldn't do up. As well as with every outfit you deemed unworthy and threw onto the bed, he picked up, folded neatly, and placed them onto the growing pile next to him.

After a good thirty minutes of sitting in silence as you gradually emptied your closet, Sephiroth sighed and stood up from your bed, taking a step towards you. “Perhaps I should come with you on this.. mission.” He suggested, watching as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “Or perhaps you should not go on this mission at all. Lazard will be able to find a replacement momentarily.”