Leslie's Story

There was no Don at the manse, only Leslie, behind the desk, a large rifle sitting on it, the best security one could muster in these dangerous parts. He nodded at Cloud.

"Long time no see, twink. What brings you back here?"

"Well, we need to find a way to get topside as quickly as possible, and we figured Master Corneo oughta know one," Tifa said.

"Is that so… In that case, I can help," Leslie offered. "If you help me." He motioned for the three to follow him. Back to the bedroom. God, Cloud could smell the Don, and he was already hard again. Madam M was far in the recesses of his mind as he was confronted with his Master's musk. Leslie motioned for them to follow them down the trap door, into the sewers. "He's hiding down here. He's got a hidey-hole."

They walked through the sewers again, battling small monsters, working their way through the sewer system again, following Leslie's lead. Finally, Tifa's curiosity bubbled up.

"Can I ask you something? Why did you help us out before? You could've lost everything."

"Andrea. He told me to," Leslie responded simply.

"That really it?"

"And I couldn't bring myself to let it happen again… it was my fiancee. Six months ago… On that day Corneo picked her as a bride. And on the next she vanished without a trace. But before she did, she gave me this pendant back. Salt on the wound. Thing cost a small fortune," he said, opening a door, looking bitter.

"Why did you wanna come down here?" Tifa asked.

"****. I know I need to let go, but I can't. I need closure, 'cause without it… I'll never be able to move on," Leslie said. "Corneo's mine, and mine alone." Cloud nodded. But still, maybe a good idea to have a backup plan ...

How does it go down?

(A) Fight with the Don

(B) Cloud submits to the Don

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