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Apparently, the man was a high-ranking officer for the hotel she was sitting below. He peered at her for a moment. "Aerith? Back again..? ..Did you dye your hair? " Tifa shrugged. Whoever this Aerith was, she was big. Aerith was the name she passed, written in Materia.

It was best to play with this fascade and see where she went with it. "If only," Tifa thought, "...I knew what Aerith acted like ..." She soon got her wish. The steward, apparently not only knew Aerith, but also had some choice words for her. Extremely choice.

"Dont act stupid, Aerith. Standing there as if I'm adressing the wind." Tifa stared blankly. The steward got flustered and ranted. "Oh, what.. do you need a big fucking introduction or something! All hail Aerith, the magical cabaret dancer and savior of the world!"

Tifa nodded. "Uhm..If you suppose so." She idily petted Red 13 as she looked around,slightly exasperated. He looked quite haggard and he paid her no mind. "Aerith! No jokes this time. No goddamn jokes. Please, dont give us a hard time this time. ...Four o clock in the fucking morning! Goddamn! What were you thinking! No stores, let alone people are up then. I mean, god.. It is Wall Market, but not fucking Noct-opia!"

Tifa was stunned. This was the person she was supposed to portray? Some arrogant, hotheaded pothead? "We dont care that you roll, but dont disturb the rest of us normal ones! Be nice to us. Your'e hot, but it doesnt mean that youre' it! " The man was growing quite red in the face. It appeared like he wanted to say this for quite a while. After a minute of utter silence, the steward's color receded and he said, quite placidly, " Madam? Shall I show you to your room? It is already prepared."

Tifa and the steward walked inside the hotel, the opulence and splendor of the hallway called out to Tifa, as if to say ;Welcome Home. The chandelier sparkled, even though it was dead in the night. The crystals of the fixtures moved around, as if possessed by ghosts. They walked the halls in silence, until the steward inquired, "Is that your new pet? I thought you had a dog..."

She thought fast. "Well, cats are all the rage. Dogs are so last season. Ugh. " She hoped she came off as convincing. As Aerith. The man smiled "And thank God too, now we dont have to clean up it's shit anymore..going about all high and mightly...stupid goddamn dog Tinkerbelle..."

The man halted and extracted a key, then pivoted and opened the door with more flourish than nessecary. "Here we are. Have a good stay at the Hotel California. " He dropped the key in Tifa's outstrected palm and then ran as fast as a rabid Chocobo being chased by Neo Bahamut. Tifa walked in the room.

Tifa bent down to let Red down and he scampered around the room, until he came to the bed, which he promply attempted to jump on. The attempt sent the kitten's frail body through the air in a 10 degree drop, in which Red landed on a lever. This lever then opened what Tifa thought was part of the wall.

Inside the wall were scores of black boxes, all sorted and labeled, all for Aerith. Tifa then found what the true meaning of jealousy was. "This Aerith chick had all this shit and she's still such a bitch!" Tifa's thoughts were slightly narsacisstic. "Oh well. I get to make use of it, dont I? About time I catch a break."

Tifa searched through the cases, some labeled everything from Props, to Bongs to other related paraphenilia. She found the box called Nightclothes. Tifa was amazed that they happened to be almost exactly the same size. Tifa had bigger breasts, but that was easily camoflauged. She pulled out a sheer black nightdress, and took a good look at the room.

The room was an ivory sort of color, with black sheets, a black canopy and a small black throw-rug. The bathroom was full, and by the bed, there was a small phone with black feathers on the handle. Right next to a castly dim lamp, wrought in iron. Tifa was in love. Well, with this room. She quickly changed and decided to free her hair of it's clasp. Wearily, she set off to sleep, trying not to squish Red 13. She fell into the realm of sleep, where she thought she was safe... Thought she was safe. Thoughts are decieving.