Aerith is chosen

Aerith toyed with a lock of her hair, a nervous habit she'd picked up. So long as she kept her arm high, she had some modesty, if not nearly enough as she was led into the Don's office. One of his guards slapped her butt to hurry her along.

Don Corneo poked his head out from around a divider. He licked his lips at the sight that greeted him, the blushing, naked flower girl stood in the middle of his room. Immediately he ran out, passing his desk to peer far too closely at her. He had no shame when it came to staring at her boobs, not hesitating either in looking lower still.

Aerith suppressed her instinctive reaction. She'd known what posing as a bride for the Don would entail, even if she hadn't planned to do it naked.

Still, it was a new experience to her. It wasn't that she was unattractive, far from it, but her more demure demeanour usually seemed to draw a more respectful kind of attention. Spending most of her time in a church probably helped that. She had a flew oglers when she sold flower topside, but very rarely, and never so blatant. Then again, she was normally dressed far more conservatively than she was now.

"Alright!" the Don declared. "I'll take her."

Aerith blinked.

"Isn't there another bride?" she said nervously.

"Not nearly as scrumptious as you," Corneo said. He slurped. Aerith shuddered. "In all my years, not one person's come to my door like you have, I can't wait tos ee what else that wicked mind of yours comes up with."

He winked at her. Aerith stammered. The whole reason she'd come in here was to try and help Tifa, now it seemed like they wouldn't even run into each other.

"But," Aerith said.

"No buts!" Corneo said. "Well, except yours, come to daddy sweetums."

The Don grinned to her, and sauntered back into his room, leaving Aerith to awkwardly follow him, trying to think about how she was going to get out of this.