[ Her rag is already going red from blood. Aerith hums and strains it, looking very unbothered by the whole ordeal. If anything, it's nice to be getting rid of it as opposed to drowning in it. ]

There's different sorts of parades? [ The sincerity in her voice makes it clear that she means this question. She has rarely ventured outside the slums, and when she has... it's not like she had all that much money for her to do something up there. It was purely business. ]

Well, there was the parade the night I was contracted. We were told to make all kinds of trouble, chaos... break a lot of things. [ She didn't, obviously. It's not her style. ] But the one we set up for— The Night Parade... It was huge! There was an orgy, wrestling, fortune telling, and flower viewing...

[ There's more here, but she wonders if it's worth mentioning at this point, considering the sheer wealth of stuff that was. ]