[ Is she offended by his refusal or the fact he seems to have entertained it at all? The old man scratches his chin in confusion. He really thought he had a sale for a moment there...
Then, with one of his many free hands, he gestures for the pair to go on. His nose goes back into a grand book— a calendar, maybe?
Aerith immediately peals out past the beaded curtain, waiting no longer than necessary for Cloud. Her braid swings behind her; was she even really offended? Inside, however, is a room drenched in ambient lighting, purple and pink dripping across furniture and along the walls. There's music playing still, the twinkling twang of the shamisen being played by a catwoman in a decadent looking kimono, and hung thickly in the air is the scent of debauchery. Drugs and alcohol, for sure. Plumes of smoke twist silver and white even against the lights.
Aerith looks to Cloud with raised brows as the occupants of the room notice them with little more than disinterested glances before returning back to the party. She shrugs. ]
Guess they don't mind an uninvited guest or two that much... Kind of hard to see in this lighting though.
[ Not that she's described this particular working girl to Cloud much, but he'll probably know exactly who she and the old spiderman meant out in the lobby. There's a woman— a kejourou, if he's done his homework— with long, dark and matted hair like seaweed. In her hands is a pipe, and her face is concealed by her hair. She seems largely shunned by the party, forgotten in a corner... but every once in a while, one of the men will look at her with great longing before turning back to the other girl he's spending time with.
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[ Is she offended by his refusal or the fact he seems to have entertained it at all? The old man scratches his chin in confusion. He really thought he had a sale for a moment there...
Then, with one of his many free hands, he gestures for the pair to go on. His nose goes back into a grand book— a calendar, maybe?
Aerith immediately peals out past the beaded curtain, waiting no longer than necessary for Cloud. Her braid swings behind her; was she even really offended? Inside, however, is a room drenched in ambient lighting, purple and pink dripping across furniture and along the walls. There's music playing still, the twinkling twang of the shamisen being played by a catwoman in a decadent looking kimono, and hung thickly in the air is the scent of debauchery. Drugs and alcohol, for sure. Plumes of smoke twist silver and white even against the lights.
Aerith looks to Cloud with raised brows as the occupants of the room notice them with little more than disinterested glances before returning back to the party. She shrugs. ]
Guess they don't mind an uninvited guest or two that much... Kind of hard to see in this lighting though.
[ Not that she's described this particular working girl to Cloud much, but he'll probably know exactly who she and the old spiderman meant out in the lobby. There's a woman— a kejourou, if he's done his homework— with long, dark and matted hair like seaweed. In her hands is a pipe, and her face is concealed by her hair. She seems largely shunned by the party, forgotten in a corner... but every once in a while, one of the men will look at her with great longing before turning back to the other girl he's spending time with.
Something about it is gloomy, for sure. ]