Yes

Aerith took one look at the street behind her, remembering that crowd, and made up her mind. Inside was better than outside. Maybe she'd get something to wear inside. If the Don had a lot of brides, there should be some clothes somewhere.

She walked after Leslie, first entering the mansion, and then hurrying past the handful of guards to get into the private central area. For a second she stood in the large hallway, on the mat that lay in the center of the Don's large mansion. The mat was soft, a relief for her poor bare feet after so long running on messy stone streets, but the handful of guards and crooks that stood around were anything but.

Still, she had to stop there. She was here to look for Tifa. This wasn't quite the way it had been planned, and she was sure Cloud would be pissed, but she was here now. The last thing she wanted was this humiliation to be for nothing.

"So, er, someone going to tell me where I should go?" Aerith said.

"Upstairs," Leslie said. "Farthest door."

"No, main door," someone high up called down. "I get the feeling the Don's going to want to take a look at this one."

Aerith reddened. She supposed that was technically the point, but the undisguised lecherous looks she was getting was making her start to regret her decision. Being a flower girl hadn't exactly equipped her to start dealing with this kind of situation.

Aerith walked up the stairs, not sure what to expect when she walked through the door to the Don's main room.