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Chapter 13: Grand Opening, Pt1
– Pyrrha Nikos –
"Damn, girl, you clean up nice," Hana said, moving over with the confidence of an extrovert spotting their next victim. Pyrrha returned her smile, genuinely pleased to see someone she knew, but even still she tugged at the low-cut dress that put far too much cleavage on display. She felt topless, and she didn't appreciate it. "Glad to see you let your hair down for once, I didn't know you clubbed! We could have been hitting the clubs for months now!"
"Ha… I don't, usually. Contracts, you know?" Pyrrha admitted with a flush, and Hana just nodded.
"Makes sense, you too, huh? All my team is here, we're using it as a big farewell party before I go to Beacon, you know?" Hana explained, nodding to the rest of MEKA Squad who waved at her. "You met the mysterious boss man yet?"
"No, I just arrived. I thought I was early," Pyrrha explained with a frown. Had she misread something? "Have you seen him?"
"Oh, you are early, but why explore Vale when all these A-list names are here? You should meet Huntr/x, they're so friendly, even Mira," Hana rambled. "And no. We were greeted by the twins, they manage the place. Mr Eis is AWOL, something about an interview. Shame, I wanted to see if he was as cute as they claim. You know people think he's a Schnee bastard?"
"Is that how he paid for all this?" Pyrrha asked, in hushed tones. She didn't like gossip but she'd heard he was barely a couple of years older than her.
"No," a male voice replied, making her and Hana jump guiltily, swiveling to see a white haired man with icy blue eyes staring at them with a mildly amused expression. "I have no connection to the Schnee family, and haven't so much as spoken to a single one of them. Though, I think Weiss Schnee is here."
"Oh, my… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Pyrrha flushed, embarrassed at being caught gossiping about him, by him.
"It's fine, you're hardly the first to notice my resemblance. The gossip rags have been running stories wondering which Schnee I am the child of for weeks," Shiro waved off. "And they're right, I do have Schnee blood, but I don't have Schnee money unfortunately. I have to pay for my own things."
His wry smile made Hana snort, as the extrovert chatted with him excitedly, praising the club and his guest list. Shiro was far more relaxed, despite the high profile event. Pyrrha was less complimentary, because she was well aware that the barely existent red dress had been part of the contract he'd sent.
As Hana moved over to her team, Shiro turned to her.
"Is there a problem, Miss Nikos?" Shiro asked plainly, and she hesitated. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind but she knew better than to mouth off at someone for something she had agreed to. Plus, it wasn't her style anyway. "You can speak plainly, I'm rather thick-skinned."
"I don't appreciate the outfit, that is all," Pyrrha said, tugging at her dress again. Shiro paused, his eyes moving down to her dress (and cleavage).
"I see. And why exactly is that my fault?" Shiro asked plainly, causing her to blink.
"Didn't you pick it out for me?" Pyrrha asked quietly. Shiro paused, before he gestured for her to follow him, leading her to an elegant office where he went to his computer and typed away.
"Here, the contract I sent to your manager, which you agreed to," Shiro said, gesturing for her to read.
She did, and as she skimmed through the legal text she found… no mention of her outfit.
"Frankly, I was rather surprised to see your outfit of choice. It was certainly not a requirement, as you'll notice that Miss Song is in a similar but more concealing outfit," Shiro explained. "And your contract is the same that we sent to the various celebrity guests. I certainly didn't specify that you had to have your breasts on display. If I was going to do so, I'd have put a focus on your abs or buttocks anyway."
Shiro's blunt words made her flush before she snorted. At least he was honest? So why- ugh, it hit her like a Goliath. She kept turning down modeling gigs because she wasn't comfortable having as much skin on display as they wanted. Her manager had sent her to a massively publicised event so the next time she said no to a modelling gig he could say 'you wore less in public!'.
"I am so sorry!" Pyrrha admitted, ashamed of herself. "I thought you- I should have doublechecked before blaming you for my current situation."
"It's quite alright," Shiro assured her, looking down at her dress again as she paused. He wasn't gawking, but instead looked rather thoughtful. "Hm, this won't work. You look far too uncomfortable, which defeats the point. Give me a moment."
Typing again, she was surprised when a caramel skinned girl in a nice deep green dress arrived shortly after.
"Emerald, I'd like you to take Pyrrha on an emergency shopping trip. Have Miss Autumn call ahead, but I suspect most would kill for a chance to have Pyrrha at this event in their clothes," Shiro ordered, as her eyes widened. "Talk to the twins, they'll have recommendations on clothing stores worth our time."
"Yeah, I can do that," Emerald agreed lazily.
"Do we have time for that?" Pyrrha asked, but Shiro just laughed.
"The club opens in two hours, but you're a celebrity. You can be fashionably late," Shiro assured her easily.
"I- thank you, so much," Pyrrha said, letting out a sigh of relief. She'd come here in a private car sent for her, and so far only Hana had seen her in this outfit.
"You're most welcome. Your image is generally wholesome despite your strength, having you wearing something that looks like it better belongs on a… pardon my honesty, a street corner instead of a club would mar it," Shiro explained plainly. "I would suggest you speak with your manager about your… differing opinions on your public image."
"Oh, believe me, I will be," Pyrrha promised darkly. She appreciated him not telling her outright that she looked like a hooker but she knew he was right. An expensive one, sure, but a hooker all the same.
N-not that she had anything against women who did sex work! She just didn't think she looked right in an outfit like this.
"If you decide to change managers, do keep my talent agency in mind. If your current manager is going to fumble so badly, I'd be a poor businessman to not try and steal the ball," Shiro said with a wry grin, handing her a business card. "But for now, you'll be in Emerald's tender hands."
She almost refused offhand, but as she'd made it clear she was leaving the tournament fighting scene and moving to Vale, her manager had been getting more pushy about different ways to use her fame. She appreciated all his work on the tournament scene, but maybe it was time for a change.
"Boss, Miltia says that that diva is back," Emerald reported, distracting them as Shiro sighed.
"Problem?" Pyrrha asked, wondering if it was something she could help with.
"Not exactly. Just some Vacuo popstar with a chip on her shoulder and something to prove," Shiro explained with a tired laugh. "Her grand debut was overshadowed by K/DA's return on the same day, just bad planning on her part, and now she's in a one-sided beef with them. She's upset she wasn't approached for the music tonight, while they were, and has been making a scene. Send her up, I'll manage this. Be on your way, Miss Nikos, we are on short enough time without you getting caught up in a popstar's diva tantrum."
"C'mon," Emerald said, arms crossed.
"Thank you again!" Pyrrha said as she left, getting a nod from Shiro who was already typing away. "I'm sorry about the inconvenience."
"It's literally my job," Emerald snorted, a smile touching her lips. "Going clothes shopping isn't exactly a difficult day at work."
"So, how did you end up working for Mr Eis?" Pyrrha asked as they walked down to the garage.
"He got me and some friends out of a bad situation, and gave us a job to keep us out of it. It's boring work, sometimes, but good money and Shiro normally has a plan for everything. He's like that," Emerald explained with a shrug.
Shiro really did seem like a nice man, and one who knew the entertainment industry better than her.
…maybe she did need a new manager? But for now, she had a focus on getting out of this ridiculous dress.
– Shiro Eis –
I actually had nothing to do with Pyrrha's dress, funnily enough. I get what her manager is going for, but he's being far too heavy handed with a girl ill-prepared for it.
Pyrrha is going to Beacon. Now, Huntresses are half-celebrities anyway, and just look at Huntr/x and K/DA to see how easy it is to be both, but Pyrrha is going to spend several years in school, away from the tournament circuit. Out of the public eye. Her star will fade unless someone is doing something to keep it burning, and easing her into this type of celebrity biz is the obvious way. Some photo shoots, movie cameos, modelling and attending major events.
The issue is that he's pushing too far too fast. He's overreached and dropped Pyrrha entirely as a result. Right into my waiting hands. Emerald knows to make me look good, and Pyrrha will be in Vale for years. Buying her a new dress is a cheap price to acquire such a powerful huntress-to-be's favour.
As for my guest, she's been a frequent headache since I announced K/DAs transfer to my new record label. She's Vacuo music royalty, but in true arrogant silver spoon brat fashion, she refused to join the label her mother got her fame on so she could prove she could do it all alone, self-managing herself into several disasters. Her biggest mistake was just being arrogant enough to not check other releases at the same date she planned her debut, because K/DA wasn't being secretive about it. She dropped her single, admittedly a good one, the same day K/DA dropped their return single.
Now, she got to the top six on the Vacou leaderboards, top twenty worldwide… but every piece of media was discussing K/DA and she was barely a footnote as a result. She's good, don't get me wrong, but Qiyana is absolutely a spoiled brat who's had everything going her way until she threw away her silver spoon and now is too prideful to pick it up and start sucking on it again.
Pride is a funny thing like that. So prideful she got into a one-sided rivalry, losing against an opponent that barely knows she exists. Too prideful to use the tools freely available to her to win that rivalry. No, she has to win on her own, with no help from mummy and her contacts.
But at the same time, expecting me to change the line up hours before the opening? She is realistic enough to know that she doesn't have the star power for that. She wishes she did. Mummy's contacts could make it worth my while. But Qiyana by herself? Not even close to good enough.
And you have to choose your battles when you're that prideful. She's right about several things. I can fit her in. Crowds do love surprise performers. There's gaps for regular music to give various artists a break, time to mix in the VIP section, plenty of time for her to get one or two songs in. I have the tech to make an impromptu performance amazing. Despite her opinions of herself, K/Da wouldn't (or couldn't) care as they have no grudge and literally work for me. I have plenty of opportunities to work her into the schedule.
What I don't have is incentive to do all that.
And Qiyana, inexperienced managerless Qiyana, lacked the intelligence to negotiate more than 'I'm amazing and you'd benefit from me gracing your club with my presence'.
Originally, I refused her request/demand because she both annoyed me and because I wanted to make her run home and get Mummy's label to get what she wanted for her. She impressed me with her sheer stubbornness by refusing the obvious path so here we are, and she was left with two options.
I'd slot her in if she joined the label, and despite her bold claims, she was tempted as it would put her on the same footing as K/DA where she'd be free to compete directly. I manufactured K/DA's return, and I could manufacture her own rise to stardom. She's jumped into the deep end of show biz, sink or swim, and honestly? She's sinking.
Not by any regular person's standards. Compared to most wanna-be musicians she's on a luxury yacht, but K/DA have a nicer, bigger yacht and she's currently trying to drive hers into it.
So, my offer didn't completely fall on deaf ears but even before I made it I knew she'd refuse. I can tell her type a mile away. My scroll hack is deep on her phone after her bothering us so many times, because Emerald 'borrowed' her handbag last time and returned it with a little addition to the scroll without Qiyana ever noticing, and her messages and files show her current situation and personality well enough for me to path out her moves.
Which is why I gave her two paths, already knowing which she'd pick.
Leaning back, I guide her head back down as she kneels beneath my desk. She's grown up in the entertainment industry, she knows how the game is often played and with three paths, this is the one that her pride can accept the best. Not going to her mother for help. Not putting herself under anyone else's control for the long term.
No, it's far easier for her to accept being pressured for sex than anything else. It even soothes her pride by making her feel so damn sexy that I want her 'over' the K/DA girls. She's pretty good at this too, despite definitely being a pillow princess, I guide those pouting lips back down along my shaft, my fingers threaded in blue and pink dyed hair.
I doubt she's ever paid for anything with her body before, but she's grown up with stories of the risks of the entertainment biz and she was just annoyed at my ultimatum, rather than angry or disgusted. But as I thrust up into her bratty mouth, I have to chuckle because she's not considered something.
K/DA are going to be in Vale from now on, which means Qiyana is also going to stay in Vale to try and beat them. I don't need to recruit her tonight, when she's stepped into my domain where I'll soon be the only game in town she can play. All the best stages will be mine, and I decide who goes on them, and if she doesn't work for me directly, the price is only going to increase each time she wants another show.
So when she next comes demanding an equal show besides K/DA, she'll have to give up more and more until she has no choice but to collar herself and hand me the leash if she doesn't want to go home to mummy in defeat.
"Put your tongue to work," I order with a roll of my eyes. She's definitely a pillow princess in bed. She gives me an annoyed look, make-up smudged, as I feel her tongue push against my cock gently, almost hesitantly. I don't have much time to enjoy putting this brat in her place today, so I grip her head with both hands and just begin to fuck her face with abandon. Call it a lesson in negotiations, because she might have a good voice but she sure as fuck doesn't have a silver tongue for negotiating, but there is more than one way to put that mouth to use.
She tries to pull back when she feels me cumming, but she seems to have forgotten the power balance as I hold her head in place, watching her eyes widen and her cheeks bulge as I flood her popstar mouth full of cum. She gets the message, swallowing most of it before she pulls back and wipes at her mouth with a scowl.
"Are we done?" Qiyana asks, arms crossed over her decently sized tits. Not the largest I've seen, but nice and perky. She's a trained huntress, like K/DA, though she insists there's no relation there. Firm, athletic body for all those fancy stunts and acrobatics.
"Do I look done?" I ask, gesturing at my still-hard cock as I move my seat back and gesture for her to rise. She looks rebellious for a moment, but our deal is very clear and she rises before she risks losing her nerve and getting nothing for blowing me. "Turn around, bend over and stick that fat ass out."
Qiyana opens her mouth to argue, glaring mulishly before she sighs in a dramatic fashion and turns around, bending over and arching her back to do exactly that. I grip her tight-fitting skintight pants and peel them down, revealing a pert caramel ass and long toned legs. She is proud of her looks, and I can see why, pulling her pink thong down to her ankles, exposing a tight slit and rosebud. Grinding my cock against her ass for a moment, I enjoy the feeling of having a fairly famous popstar this desperate for my favour. It's a pretty good feeling, and it only gets better as I push a knee between her legs to spread them further, pressing the tip against her tight cunt before sliding right into her.
She's eager to not let me 'win' so she muffles any sounds she would have made, gripping my desk tightly as she 'proves she's worth adding into the night's schedule'. It's funny, I paid out of the ass for most of the talents, but Qiyana is paying me with her ass for the same treatment. Lucky her, I can just about squeeze her in… as she squeezes back, her cunt clenching around my fat cock as I pound her, spanking her ass.
"Careful with the merchandise, I have to perform after this," Qiyana gasps, trying to hide the reluctant pleasure in her tone. Only made harder by the minor aphrodisiac in her drink.
"Considering I bought it for the night, I can be as rough as I want," I whisper into her ear, one hand gripping her hair and pulling her head back. "Now, moan for me. You keep boasting about your voice, let's hear you sing."
"S-shut up," Qiyana moans, her tone breathy. "And make the mhmm-most of it, because you're never getting this again."
It's cute that she thinks this will be a one-off.
Speeding up my thrusts, I grin at her gasps and moans, not entirely faked despite the fact she'll definitely claim it is, to both me and to herself. The angle lets me hit deep, sheathing myself fully inside the barely legal popstar again and again. Her fans would kill to kiss her feet and she came here and sold her pussy for the great honour of working for me.
She wouldn't put it that way but that is objectively what has happened. Just ask the cameras currently recording her getting railed, capturing the way her perky little tits bounce with each thrust. Not a single thing goes on in this office that isn't captured in 4k from every angle. Ask Melanie, she's been on camera enough to know that every time I bend her over my desk, it's saved for my viewing pleasure. She kinda likes the idea as long as no-one else sees it.
Blake was less amused to realise that our every fuck has been recorded. Ironically enough, the recordings are useful for more than my amusement. My VI analyses them to work out what each girl likes best, their sensitive spots and preferences. Blake can't work out how I blow her mind everytime, not realising a computer looked at her getting plowed and made a how-to guide. People don't realise how much of 'human nature' can be decoded by pure data. Even emotions are mostly just chemical reactions in the brain.
So everything is recorded, and everything is analysed. Whether it's a couple breaking up because the guy was staring at Rumi's ass too much or Qiyana pretending she isn't on the brink of cumming from being used like the whore she will never admit she is. I'm sure she had a million excuses, she's not getting paid, it's just part of the biz and whatever else, but here she is, taking cock for material gain.
I'd say her mother would be so proud, but she just might be considering she was dating her label owner, married him, popped out a kid, then divorced him and took the label in the divorce. It was a big thing because divorce laws don't usually let the wife take all the husband's shit like that but he agreed and the general gossip is that she had some serious dirt on him to get him to basically give her everything she asked for then leave the kingdom.
Taking the kids is one thing, but the bitch took the whole kingdom. I think he's in Mistral now, but he's a has-been. Not even worth digging up whatever she has on him. If Qiyana isn't going to give me an in with her mom, it might be worth digging into her past to find out what went down though. Her label is a direct competitor and I can't be having that.
Plus, Qiyana got more than her singing voice from her mother. There's something about Vacuo girls that gives them the fattest asses. Well, besides the Bellabooty, of course. I've seen a picture of Blake's mom at an event with 'Chieftain Belladonna' and damn is she packing.
God, Qiyana would be so pissed if she knew I was busy thinking about other girls' asses while spanking hers, wouldn't she? Ah well, sucks to suck. She keeps quiet for the most part, stifled moans slipping out between thrusts, the sound of her cheeks being clapped filling my soundproofed office, but her body is more honest than she is, her pussy soaked and clenching down with each thrust.
Naturally, when the time comes I don't bother pulling out and simply sheath myself inside her without a care, cumming inside her as she gasps. She tries to sound offended, but again her body betrays her as the feeling of being filled to the brim makes her climax.
Remnant is a death world, so condoms are amusingly rare. I think it's a gamble by the people in power to increase the number of kids born. More meat for the grinder. As I pull out, I snap a picture of my handiwork, white seed dripping down caramel skin, before I pull her bottoms back up and leave her with my seed inside her for the show. She makes a disgusted face but doesn't argue as I sit back down, wiping my cock with a tissue and tossing it away.
"When do I go on?" Qiyana says, her make-up a mess and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her tanned skin.
"Third. The empty slot was meant to be a cooldown stage, for the DJs, but I can fit you in. You get half an hour. Send me the songs before the first act finishes," I say plainly, all business as she fixes her clothes. She looks a little ruffled but beyond her makeup, she doesn't look too bad.
"...that's right before K/DA. Are you using me as a fucking opening act?" Qiyana hisses.
"What did you expect? I told you I'd get you your time on stage, but you don't have the pull or, more importantly, the planning for a full act. No routines, no back up dancers, no pyrotechnics. All stuff that needed doing weeks ago and can't be rushed," I say plainly. "Did you think I'd kick K/DA off stage for you? Be realistic. It's either this, or the final show at… 3am."
Hex Girls are the midnight show, and Saja Boys are performing one last song after them which means Huntr/x also insisted on performing after them. At least K/DA and Heartsteel get along.
"When half the crowd are too drunk to notice, or already gone?" Qiyana huffs.
"Last minute adjustments. I can't minimise any of the headliners' times, because the tickets were sold with those times and have to stay the same. Not to mention, nobody would work with me again if I cut down their showtime at the last second," I explain simply. "Your pussy is good, but it isn't that good."
She goes to retort, before silencing herself with another huff of annoyance.
"Ugh, fine. I can work with this," Qiyana mumbles, sending me a list of songs she wants to perform after a moment.
"You can use my bathroom to fix your makeup before you go to the changing room," I offer simply, getting up with a stretch. She remembers to mumble a thanks, leaving but I just snort as the door closes.
I had the VI set up the lightshow and background dancers for each of her songs when she first started to bother me. I had that slot ready for her, before she even arrived in person. And when she sees how much I can set up in such a short amount of time, it'll make my agency look even more professional despite her anger.
Like I said, she's pretty good and my agency needs talent. Diversifying my assets and all that. Besides, people love a good rivalry. Maybe I should look into making a group around Qiyana? Well, if she proves malleable enough. If not, I'll build a group around tearing her down and doing her whole shit better than her.
Checking my watch, I smile.
Opening time.
– Blake Belladonna -
She was well aware that she was being unfair.
Ilia, despite her claims of professionalism, could barely tear her eyes away from Blake and her low-cut black and gold dress, the way it dipped down to give a perfect view of her cleavage, the slits on her legs to flash some skin as she walked. Ilia was never as subtle as you'd think a chameleon faunus would be.
Blake had a good thing here, and the White Fang was one extremist away from destroying it. If Vale had another White Fang attack, Lil' Menagerie could kiss its easy life goodbye. The humans would push for it to be torn down entirely, all those benefits stripped away. Shiro had made that clear, this entire plan relied on the White Fang, which had become increasingly extremist, relaxing for once. She had a feeling High Leader Sienna knew that, but she still had to make sure no sparks flew between the White Fang, Shiro's ego, and the humans.
So, she was going to use whatever weapon she had and right now that was… her bellabooty. Gods, she hated that Shiro put that term in her head but his jokes about its hypnotic powers clearly held some sway as Ilia followed it with every step as they entered.
She was covert security today, anti-pickpocketing, date rape and other unpleasantness. She was well known in their district, but most humans just saw a cat faunus in a sexy dress and didn't link that to Shiro's cat faunus enforcer.
Still, she drank for free and made sure to ply Ilia with booze as she lounged in her booth. It wasn't one of the 'super VIP celebrity and powerful people only' booths but it was still a nice spot with a good vantage of the stage and the crowd. She had one of Shiro's micro cameras on her necklace, the VI scanning for things that regular eyes couldn't pick up and reporting to her.
"Pickpocket in the crowd, dog faunus, grey shirt," Blake whispered, subvocalising as it was transmitted.
"Got it," Emerald replied, and from her point she spotted the subtle movements of the bouncers, the stolen purse retaken as he was escorted out and a waitress returned the purse claiming the excited girl had dropped it while bouncing around to Heartsteel's performance. They were a good opening act, and Sett was doing good work in repping Faunus.
He had a lot of fangirls. It was probably the chiselled abs. He'd lost his last music career by punching a racist reporter, but Heartsteel was his redemption attempt. Shiro had done his media magic and ruined the rep of the reporter, shining a light on Sett's 'sweet' side, like the fact that his mom had knitted the beanie he always wore.
As she chatted with Ilia, she leaned over and threw an arm around Ilia's shoulder with a lazy grin, playing the part of a couple on a date. Ilia took about sixty seconds to reboot and remember they were acting, but she certainly didn't complain.
"Argument starting at the third bar," Blake muttered, mid-conversation with Ilia as they caught up and discussed everything that had happened in their two Menageries. It sounded like things were the same as always at home. A year ago, she'd have been glad. Now she was just judgemental. Why were her people so willing to settle for mediocracy? For shitty lives just because they had a place to call home? Why weren't they making the improvements Shiro was doing here?
Sure, Shiro was a genius but surely the entire island of Faunus could compete with a single asshole. Gods, he really had infected her, hadn't he? She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or an unbreakable curse.
Ilia hung off her every word, and Blake wondered if this was what Shiro felt like with all his adoring fans. She had a feeling she could get Ilia to agree to just about anything tonight. It didn't feel bad at all.
Resting her hand on Ilia's breast, she ordered another cocktail as she idly told security that a fan was getting too pushy with the Nikos girl. Ah, never mind, D.Va chased them off for being rude.
Yeah, she liked her life how it was, because after so long accepting the bare minimum, she'd gotten used to the glitz and glamour of working for Shiro far too quickly. All she had to do was make sure the White Fang didn't fuck it all up.
Glancing at Ilia, she smirked at how deep her blush had grown, but the 'White Fang infiltrator' was putty in her hands. Literally, as Blake slipped her hand into Ilia's dress to grope her breast directly, Ilia doing exactly nothing to stop her. Taking a sip of her drink, she made a decision that she was taking Ilia home tonight. Shiro would be busy, and if he wasn't he could just join in.
Ilia wouldn't mind, or at least she'd be too busy with her head between Blake's legs to argue.
— Bonus Scene — Ruby Rose
She did not like clubbing.
It was crowded, noisy, there were way too many people, everyone was drunk and did she mention it was crowded with way too many people? Like, at least fifty times her acceptable amount of people to share a building with.
She'd stuck to Yang's side like glue, obviously, and the music was nice even if she didn't know the band that was performing. Heatsteel or something, she didn't hear the announcer over the screaming fans (including Yang).
But! But!
She got Rumi's signature on her weapon! And on paper as well, but she got to meet Huntr/x and even spend some time with them! VIP passes were a magic ticket that took you to a place where dreams came true!
Only, her dream became a nightmare when she stopped fangirling enough to notice a lack of Yang. She knew what had happened, because Yang had a bunch of friends here tonight and since she was going to Beacon soon, she wanted a big send off with them since she admitted she'd probably not see any of them again since they were all going different places. Ruby got that but… what the heck was she supposed to do in a club, alone?!
Thankfully, the VIP section where she had planted her butt was far less crowded, but all the people here seemed really rich and famous. She even saw that girl who was on her Pumpkin Pete cereal box earlier!
She was so out of place, and the dress Yang got her was… basically missing half a dress worth of fabric! Yang might be comfortable showing off 'the girls' but Ruby certainly was not. Why did her sister have to be such a super-extrovert? 'Of course people are looking Rubes, look at us!'. At least she had her cape!
She didn't want to look at herself! She certainly didn't want strangers looking at her! Huntr/x were demons that had lured her into hell, and Yang had abandoned her to her torment. Well, she hadn't. Ruby's scroll vibrated every thirty seconds with Yang checking up on her but Ruby… couldn't bring herself to spoil Yang's big night with her extrovert friends.
And she didn't even like most of Yang's friends anyway! It was like Yang Squared, too much energy in one place, and they all liked puns. She was surprised they didn't catch fire.
Considering Yang's semblance, Ruby paused and corrected.
She was surprised they didn't catch fire moreoften.
Still, people didn't bother the 'VIPs' even if every other VIP was wondering 'who is that little girl and why is she in the rich person box?' She could just watch the show (Huntr/x soon!) and relax, right? She didn't have to leave because she was… a Very Important Person. She had a pass and everything.
So she could just order on the tablet. Lots of alcohol, unsurprisingly. The only surprise was that Drunkle Qrow hadn't materialised. He'd mumbled something about not wanting to bring Shiro bad luck on his big night. She thought he was just scared of getting to know the son he didn't know he had.
Not that she could talk! Shiro had messaged her, and they'd briefly seen each other in the backstage area where he'd even hugged her, but he was super busy and she wasn't going to bother him because she couldn't handle a night out.
Ordering another mocktail (a wonderful discovery that Shiro had directed her to! All the fun and tastiness of a cocktail without the alcohol! It even came with a tiny umbrella!), she paused as she spotted something she didn't recognise.
What was Euphoria? Well, it wasn't alcohol so it was probably like a fancy snack or something. Hadn't she heard people saying it was super nice? Hey, she only lived once! She was going to live a little… inside her booth.
Sure, one order of Euphoria please!
Author's Note: Ruby discovers legal magic ecstasy, surely nothing will go wrong from this.
Don't worry, Pyrrha. Shiro will be happy to manage you all night long.
Written: 23/06/2026
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I have a Patreo n, where my supporters can vote on which fics get bonus chapters each cycle and have access to advance chapters, up to twenty chapters ahead of the public release. Patreo n is also five chapters ahead, and platinum/diamond tier have voting rights for my weekly Quest. Feel free to check it out.
I also set up a Subscribe Star as well, more or less just as a backup/test to see which I prefer. The chapters are available on Discord if you're a Patreo n and on the site directly on Subscribe Star due to the different site rules, so if you don't use Discord or have issues finding the chapters, Subscribe Star is the better choice.
The Advance Chapters
Diamond: Celestial Escalation Ch10, Celestial Punk Ch10, Architect Ch09, Architect Ch08, Celestial Professor Ch10
Plat: Game Master Ch21, Guide to Freedom Ch17, Planeswalker Ch12, Gambler Ch18, Celestial Wolf Ch07
Gold: Dungeon Master Ch08, Operative Ch09, Game Master Ch20, Warlock Ch10, Celestial Farmer Ch15
Basic: Architect Ch07, Game Master Ch19.5, Celestial Punk Ch09, Vampire Ch15, Celestial Demigod Ch08
Snippets Exclusives
Diamond: The Card Champion Ch01, Maou-Given Duty Ch02
Plat: Maou-Given Duty Ch01
Gold: The Heir Ch01
Basic: The Necromancer of Westeros Ch03
Biweekly Exclusives
Diamond: Unbound Ch46, Unbound Ch45
Plat: Unbound Ch44
Gold: Unbound Ch43
Basic: Unbound Ch42
Quest Exclusives
All Tiers: The Card Master Ch15-Ch19
Links:
Patreo n. com (slash) TheDarkWolfShiro
Subscribe star. com (slash) the-dark-wolf-shiro
I have a Discord server with a bunch of other authors and a load of porn. So much porn.
Here's the link for that: discord .gg/DarkWolfShiro
If it says it's expired, it is probably your account being unable to join NSFW servers, and you'll need to fix that. If you fix that and it still says it's expired, add me (DarkWolfShiro), and I'll invite you myself.