Sabaody Archipelago, Grove 49.
At dusk, the lingering glow of the setting sun spilled across the Yarukiman Mangrove. Bubbles rising from the ground now and then refracted the sunlight into brilliant, multicolored rays.
Pleasure District.
This was a street steeped in the scents of money and perfume. Any normal man would find himself unable to resist the urge to go inside and see what it was all about.
Under the dazzling lights, the broad street was lined with bars, hotels, clubs, casinos... Many scantily clad young women came and went, while some bolder ones sat directly behind glass display windows, showing off their lovely, graceful figures.
There was no shortage of men and women embracing, kissing, and groping each other on the street, filling the air with the scent of hormones and stirring up an inexplicable impulse.
Here, as long as you had money, you could enjoy treatment fit for a god.
On the surface, the Pleasure District was merely a special area in the underworld that gathered all kinds of entertainment businesses. There were over a hundred places bearing the same name, large and small, scattered throughout the world.
In reality, however, the Pleasure District was an intelligence-gathering site established by the World Government's Cipher Pol organization.
"No wonder that guy Tokikake comes here every time he gets a day off..."
Sephiroth wore a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt, paired with black leather pants. With both hands in his pockets, he strolled along the street.
From time to time, he cast a critical eye over the long legs, ample chests, and heavily made-up pretty faces of the young ladies on the street.
Quite a few scantily clad, stunningly built young women shot Sephiroth provocative looks.
However, they did not actually care about Sephiroth's handsome boyish face. They