The first thing Selphie noticed was that she was able to get out of bed, get showered, and have breakfast without falling or knocking anything over. Next was the outfit. For the next two weeks, Selphie will be clothed in a very tightly fitted, curve hugging, leaving nothing to the imagination black leather catsuit. (No pic, cause you try Googling that and getting a SFW image. I'll let you browse at your leisure...) It's probably a good thing that Selphie has never thought of herself as a sexual object. She's pretty sure that men just don't think about her that way. Otherwise, there would be no way she would leave the house wearing that. Her usual nunchaku was replaced by a whip - but hey, at least she'd tried using Quistis' in the past, so she knew what she was doing with it.

Selphie also noticed her desperate desire to get her hands on some pretty things. Far from materialistic, but Selphie had a hunger from some sparkly diamonds, or maybe some kind of trinket that is difficult to get her hands on but completely useless. So if you're going by the plaza today, you'd best keep your wits about you. Selphie is crouched in a shadow, like a cat ready to pounce, a hood complementing her leather get up, hiding her face from any passers by. But don't worry, whether she slides your bracelet from your wrist, or pulls your wallet from your pocket, Selphie doesn't want to hurt anyone. In fact, she's more likely to charmingly distract as she takes what she wants.