Honeybee Inn is abuzz with its peak of weekly traffic, as per usual on Saturday night. Neon lights, electronic music, lower levels full of dancing masses and upper levels full of rich folks looking down on the laser show and the dancers. Behind backstage, Aerith gives her outfiy for the night its last few touches; she choose to disguise as a nun (a loved classic), except she is almost naked. Heels, garter, stockings, lingerie, black lipstick and makeup to match the usual colors she is deliciously corrupting.

Gosh, I look genuinely precious. She admits to herself, in a moment of vanity, or rather appraisal of an outfit she painstakingly crafted detail by detail. I'm going to give one of those old men a heart attack! She smiles to herself, the idea mortifies her as much as it boosts her ego.

The other girls, disguised as well, with different degrees of effort, already line up to go out and fish for clients. She takes her place with her peers, psyched up, and more than ready to make a lot of money tonight. When she is finally in the higher level, her eyes seek out her usuals, but also stay alert for anyone that might look like he can afford her.