Convince the Don to invite Tifa

Aerith stood at the foot of the Don's lavish, huge bed. She tried to think quickly. The Don was on all-fours on his bed, and for a moment Aerith was genuinely convinced he was going to howl like some kind of wolf at her. He was somehow even sleazier than she'd expected.

Wait. That gave her an idea. Reddening, but powering through the rush of heat to her cheeks, Aerith did her best sexy walk around the bed.

She grabbed a towel draped over a chair quickly, not wanting to think too hard about where it had been, and wrapped it around herself in a spontaneous attempt to reclaim some modesty. She leaned forwards coquettishly, trying not to grimace as the Don looked back, intrigued.

"I was just thinking," Aerith said, trying to sound as seductive and confident as she was humiliated. "It'd be a shame for that other bride to miss out on all the fun, don't you think?"

She knew what he wanted. If she could just use that to her advantage, she might salvage this plan after all.

She did her best to sound like she was seducing him, voice breathy, teasingly holding the towel a little loosely while not quite letting it slip.

Don Corneo looked back at her, a smile crossing his face.

"Go on," he said.

More? Aerith was a little ashamed of how easy the lewd, flirty words came to her. Just because she dressed innocently didn't mean she was completely innocent after all.

"A big boy like you, I bet you could handle two of us," Aerith said. "So many more options, and I'd love to get close to her. If you say yes..." she loosened the towel slightly, holding it with both hands. "I'll take it off."

Don Corneo kicked his legs up in the air, overexcited. Aerith kept her face a mask.

"Ooh, tell me more, tell me more!" he slobbered.

"We could, er, kiss," Aerith said. "Over you, and share you. Your stamina, I'm sure I might need help keeping up with it. Why go for just one of us if you have both? If you say yes..." she adjusted her towel again. "I'll rip it off."

Corneo slobbered, laughing excitedly again. Aerith had never felt so humiliated, but if she was here to save Tifa, it seemed her best option.

She wasn't sure exactly what she'd do if Tifa did get summoned. Hopefully Tifa would be able to sort things out and they wouldn't need to go through with it, though honestly if half of what Cloud had said about Tifa was true, she wouldn't mind a quick kiss or feel.

"My boys do so love taking a turn with the rejected candidate," Corneo mused theatrically. He was drooling slightly. "Convince me."

Aerith suppressed a wince. Hopefully Tifa was as good at taking care of herself as Cloud had said, though if she could get Tifa here, it wouldn't matter.

"Why have just one?" Aerith said. "I'm sure we could put on a show for you. Both of us naked, squirming together, making sure she's ready to take you too. If you say yes..." Aerith looked around quickly, then pulled the towel much tighter as she spotted a small knife on the Don's bedside. "You can cut it off."

The Don slobbered again, kicking up into the air, apparently enjoying the images Aerith was giving him. Aerith winked as seductively as she could manage, glad of the towel at least.

"Well?" Aerith said hopefully.