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She didn't say anything when a gentle knock coming from behind the door. Tifa was still inside the bathroom. She just finished putting on her waitress uniform back, but didn't bother to tie her hair.

The knock became intense with playful voice followed after.

"Miss Lockhart, the time is up!"

Startling, she opened the door. Reno, the guy with red hair was grinning.

"About time." He put one arm above her head. "You've spent so much time inside I was afraid you had another client there."

Decided he wasn't worth the effort to scold, Tifa walked past him with a sigh. On her way, her shoulder brushed roughly against his bony side on purpose, letting him know her contempt.

She was taken by surprise when his hand suddenly snatched her wrist in forceful grip. "Whoa. What is it?" He asked in singsong voice, his cat-like eyes examining a fresh razor-cut there.

Embarrassing her little suicide experiment had been found, the young girl tried to pull her wrist back to no avail. Reno didn't budge. He even began to take a cigarette from his pocket, drag it into his lip, and lit it up. All the while he seized her up, eyes tracing her with curious glimmer.

"Let me go," she growled, not liking the way he looked. She had that discomfort feeling like he was undressing her.

Before she knew it, she felt his grip tightened on her wrist and she was being dragged across the room like a sack of potato. Despite her violent protest and his lanky frame, he effortlessly moved ahead. The guy was a lot stronger than his look let on, Tifa mentally noted. As her back hit a familiar mattress, a wave of panic began to surge. Reno was above her with a lazy smirk in no time.

"Are you into second round?"

Blood was drained from her face and tear was about to spill. "Please…" pleaded her in fear. She was at her limit, having enough for one night. If this skinny guy dared to take one more thing from her, she swore…

"He is a puberty-stricken bastard for taking your first time," he calmly said without a hint of joke. His eyes swiveled to a spot of blood at the middle of the bed. Reno knew for a fact that for his employer, the girl was another one of his plaything. However for a simple girl from faraway village, this kind of thing was to be taken seriously, hence she had tried to slit her wrist.

"But you don't have to be so dramatic about it." This time his thumb gently made a circle on the wrist where a cut had been made. "Virginity is overrated anyway. Only sick perverts have a thing for them." With those last words, he untangled himself and got up.

Still lying, Tifa looked at his back with mixed feelings…

The Turk had attempted to cheer her up… and had failed spectacularly. Unbelievable. She must have looked beyond pathetic to make him taking a pity on her.

It was almost 3 AM when Reno drove her back to her apartment. The young Turk acted like a gentleman, opening and holding the car door for her. She had almost changed her mind until he came up with the next sentence.

"A pretty little girl like yourself living on this gutter… Very poetic, don't you think?" He clicked his tongue in the irony.

"Sorry for the hard time I caused you," Tifa replied in sarcasm.

His eyes scanned the dilapidated building. That, and the stench surrounded the area indicated that they weren't at the upper plate anymore.

Not bothering to say goodbye, Tifa passed through him. But before long, a hand grabbed her wrist, twisting her around to face him. An envelope was shoved into her open palm.

"Courtesy of Rufus Shinra," he answered her questioning look. "He is very grateful for your…" His eyes sparked with that familiar glint. "…service."

He let her go with that annoying smirk. She turned away in disgust and walked into the building.

"Nite-nite, Tifa."

She didn't look back, feeling even more degraded than ever.