There was a very quiet sort of tsk-tsk-tsk as Reno shook his head, digging through his dresser for his DVDs.

Most people kept clothing in their drawers. Reno didn't have much clothing. His drawers hid all the stuff that he didn't want anyone stumbling across if the school ever started doing room inspections.

And then he surfaced with it. The glory of his collection. The holy grail of porn.

He wasn't going to pop it in to show her. At least not yet. He was just going to tap the write-up on the back and then hand her the case.

It was, effectively, the Midgar Slums equivalent to Girls Gone Wild. Except... well... slummier.