[ Arriving in Tamamo had been less of a culture shock for her, with Wall Market's ostentatious, rambunctious nature fresh on her heels. Cloud hides his embarrassment as well as Aerith wears her comfort in entering a brothel. She waits for him to cross as angry drivers shout at them for jaywalking, disregarding it as little more than white noise. Then, hands laced in front of her, she cocks her head up at the place. It's a big, traditional looking building, with eastern looking awnings and a golden sign. ]
Here we are. Jack In The Fox. Not very subtle, huh? [ With a shrug, she moves forward to the doors. ] She might, or she might not. But so what? You start somewhere.
[ Turning back to him, she raises her brows. Though Aerith's hands are on the doors, she doesn't open them. A sweet smell oozes from within— no doubt, it's probably drugs. ] Ready?
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Here we are. Jack In The Fox. Not very subtle, huh? [ With a shrug, she moves forward to the doors. ] She might, or she might not. But so what? You start somewhere.
[ Turning back to him, she raises her brows. Though Aerith's hands are on the doors, she doesn't open them. A sweet smell oozes from within— no doubt, it's probably drugs. ] Ready?