“And you seem to have your own little fan club already,” said Cid; “the boys in particular appear very taken.”

(“You have to be aware of how the students see you,” he’d told her. “They know you’re young; no point pretending you have real power over them – better to rely on a lady’s natural charms –”)

Quistis gazed past him into the distance, and discreetly tore a ladder into her tights with her heel.