The Don's Manse

"No way," Leslie breathed out, eyeing Cloud.

"Here you are─letters from Andrea Rhodea and Madam M. That ought to do the trick, right?" Aerith was practically glowing. Who knew feminization was her kink, Cloud thought morosely.

"I hope you know what you're in for," Leslie said, voice laced with skepticism. "Come on." He opened the gate, and on the third try they were in the inner sanctum. The guards guided them through to a stone basement, catcalling them both all the while. The door shut, and Cloud heard it lock. He started to panic. He wasn't armed.

"What's that weird, sweet smell? And why do I feel so dizzy?" Aerith said, her cheeks flushed.

"Shit ... gas ..." He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "Damnit ..."

"Cloud ... ette," Aerith said, drifting to sleep. A second later Cloud did the same, and two lackeys came into the room. They hoisted Aerith and Cloud onto their shoulders, taking them to a parlor. It was almost time for the show to start.