No. Aerith takes a trip down

The Don tilted his head, leering at her.

"Let me see," he said. He shooed her back with one hand. "Show me everything, and I'll think about it."

Aerith blushed again. It was the only way. She took a step back from the bed, and reluctantly loosened her towel. It was somehow even worse undressing here under the Don's ogling gaze.

"So you want her here too?" Aerith said, trying to still sound sexy.

The Don licked his lips. Trusting that this would be the end of it, and she'd be able to rescue Tifa once it was done, Aerith removed her towel, leaving it on a chair behind her. She lowered her arms, fidgeting as she exposed herself again for the Don.

"Lovely," the Don said. He slurped again. "Be a dear, take a step back."

Aerith frowned. She obeyed eagerly enough, hoping whatever he had in mind would be enough.

He wriggled up to the head of his bed and smirked at her. And then he grabbed the foot of the dragon statue at the head of his head and pulled it, and the trapdoor underneath Aerith opened up, leaving the naked flower girl to scream as she fell far, far down below.

"Far too pushy," the Don scoffed. "She was after something. Pah. Bye hot stuff! Enjoy the sights and smells!"

He cackled to himself for a moment, before getting up, annoying frustrated by the coitus interruptus. Still, he had a spare. He walked out of his room.

"Don Corneo, sir," one of his men said. "That was... fast."

"She's monster chow," the Don said. "Wanted something. Where's the other?"

"About that," he said. "Another wannabe bride came by. We can still do the choice."

"Oh, do tell," the Don said, suddenly grinning again. "What's she like?"

"A blonde."