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Not this again.
Sephiroth lifted a svelte clear tube of strawberry-tasting lube from the not-discreet-enough Shinra Executive Care Package.
He'd be offended by the implications, except everybody got them.
Feeling generous, he set up a table outside his office. Like a very bizarre cheeseboard, he arranged the assortment of condoms, brochures, and other miscellany tastefully atop it, adding a sign, 'Take One'.
Satisfied, he went back to work. There were no complaints. Success.
When Sephiroth left for the day, all the items were still there. He frowned.
...he moved the makeshift free condom stand to in front of Zack's office.
