[ A quite little table towards the edge of the room is where she takes refuge, and where several women had once flanked her sides, Aerith had insisted they go out and have fun, instead. The gaggle of them are off entertaining else where, giggling up a storm, while Aerith takes in the vibe of the brothel. She had expected something more akin to the Honeybee Inn, but there's a sort of freedom in this, too. An expression of the heart, or something, right?

The seat next to her is filled quickly by another man. She looks him up and down, and nearly assumes she's about to get an earful of heady foreplay talk (again), but instead, he just asks to sit. Hmm. ]

I guess... not? [ She didn't really have a choice. ]

Already tired, aren't you? [ She pushes her glass of water aside, to make room for her to tilt her head and look up at him, assessing him with barely concealed interest. ] You're really not used to this. Maybe you should sit for a little while and just relax.

[ She pats the wall behind, the thin paper of it making a loud, noticeable noise. On the other side, someone grunts. ] Oops. Well, this is the Nothing Corner, where nothing and no one is, so take a load off!

[ It's partially sarcastic, in a good natured sort of way. They're here, after all. ]