Weiss hesitantly rounded a corner, passing by the numerous stores and restaurants of downtown Vale. She continued walking, trying to ignore the fact that she was breathing heavily, or that her face was set in an angry frustration, or that she was moving just a bit too fast for normal standards as she rounded another corner. All she knew was that the rumors surrounding the place she was headed filled her with all sorts of thoughts. Soon enough, Weiss stood outside a building with an unusually small sign labeled, "Showe Room."

"Okay... Now I'm here." Weiss breathed a sigh of relief as she gently brushed the door open and swished inside. "First step done." She held her hand over her chest, feeling the thumping of her heart, brought on by the legacy of the store she was in. The rumors intrigued her, but she could still hardly believe a place like this existed. "Now what?"

Before the white haired heiress was a very small room, more of an entryway than anything; the pale walls were bare, save two signs that pointed to a door on either side, the left labeled, "Showe," and the right reading, "Shop." Reaffirming her reason for being there, Weiss hesitantly pushed the right side open and stepped in.

"Oh, my..." Weiss was stunned at what was before her. In a comparatively huge room compared to what she had just left was a giant store, filled to the brim with clothing racks. She was even more stunned by the fact that there were no clerks or shoppers to speak of. The room was completely empty, save her and the endless amounts of clothes. "That's more of a relief than anything..."

Weiss took off the large black scarf that she had wrapped around her head, removed the thick glasses covering her face, and opened a heavy, blue, fur-lined jacket that had up to this point prevented any potential onlookers from seeing who she was. While she still felt it was a dream, she didn't really want to be seen in a place like this, at least not before exploring a bit.

The heiress began browsing. As she brushed her way through the first rack of clothes marked with her size, she thumbed through numerous cute outfits that she wanted to look at. After picking out a few blouses and skirts, plus a pretty and frilly one piece swimsuit, she moved on to the next rack.

"Oh..." Weiss gasped as she saw the first thing on the second rack. It, along with the rest of the clothes hung up, was skimpier that the previous set of clothes; the shirts lacked sleeves, had far lower hems, and were noticeably shorter, the skirts wouldn't come close to reaching her knees, the shorts were something Yang would and did wear, and some of the designs and phrases were something else entirely. Weiss glanced back at the door she had entered from and was relieved to see that nobody else had shown up. She turned her attention back to the new rack and unintentionally felt her own bust.

"I think I'm starting to get it," Weiss thought as she skipped over the rack and moved on to the next. She confirmed her suspicions as she picked up the first thing on the next rack and blushed. In her hands was a matching set of underwear, only one not exactly fit for casual use; she took the top off the hanger and put it to her chest, measuring just how little skin the garment would cover would she ever dare to wear it. She blushed harder. What if she did wear it? She looked at the entrance again before adding it to her selection, trying not to look at it too much. She contemplated looking at the other racks. In her size, there were still three left, plus a few in the corner that weren't labeled. Weiss decided that she had more than enough if she included the skimpy panties and bra that she chosen.

"Am I really holding something so... Small?" Weiss realized she was passing racks as she moved toward the other end of the room. She stopped briefly, looking at the end of the room and noticing that there were two more doors, plus what looked like an exit into where she could only assume she could pay for anything she might buy. One was nothing more than an accurately labeled standard changing room, but the other had a minimalist sign underselling the already dull one outside by a wide margin.

Weiss snuck into the door labeled, "Showe Room," and noticed a table under a mirror that was covered in a mess of colors, a rack of unbought items, a bin labeled 'Dirty,' and a wordy list that seemed to detail what the store was known for for first timers like her.

"Showe Room - Rules," Weiss read, whispering the words as she passed them. "The standard changing rooms are next door. If you haven't heard the rumors, please swap rooms." Weiss giggled. She had heard the rumors and she intended to act on them, though she was curious about the clinical nature of the text. "These rooms are equipped with two-way mirrors, and are designed to be viewable from the opposite side; if you step into a room with a mirror, you will be visible from the opposite side." Weiss felt her face flush. The rumors were true, and she wasn't sure she was fully prepared to deal with that. She was too intrigued to stop reading, however. "There are four rooms, two of which are standard changing rooms, and two of which are fully furnished showers." Weiss thought about how methodical everything was. The writer of the rules was making sure that everything was stated in the clearest way possible. "Know that if you choose to use these rooms, there is a possibility that people will be viewing you as you change, shower, or otherwise use these rooms. It is your decision to use these rooms. It is your decision to willingly change, shower, or use these rooms for other purposes with the knowledge that people may be watching. Electronic devices are not allowed in the opposite rooms; phones, scrolls, recorders, or anything capable of recording, photographing, or otherwise saving a copy of your side of the room are strictly prohibited and are held until the person owning it vacates the viewing room. Anything that you use a room for will not be able to be duplicated and will remain in that room when your actions are taking place. You are and will not be recorded in any form. You may enter from the other side and confirm the above should you wish." Weiss felt overwhelming relief; if she went through with this and ended up online... "Masks have been provided outside the rooms in addition to those provided in the store proper if you wish to obscure your identity but still wish to use the rooms." Weiss felt daring, but maybe a mask would quell the parts of her screaming not to go through with the whole thing. "Once again, everything you do is your choice, and will only be viewed by the people in the other room. Please enjoy your visit."

"I intend to... Speaking of," Weiss thought as she re-noticed the table covered in what was now clearly a varying amount of masks and hoods. "Wait, what does 'in the store proper' mean? Do they have costumes?" She was tempted to go back out and see if she could find something... Sexy? Cheeky? Maybe just something that made her look adorable? "Next time," she smiled at the thought that she might come here again and go further. Looking at the table, Weiss selected a dark colored opera mask that ensured that her hair didn't quite look like her own, but she undid her tiara and messed up her perfect ponytail anyway, just as the slightest bit of extra insurance that would help her go unrecognized.

Weiss looked at the rooms before her. On one side were two wooden doors on wooden floors, and the other had two heavy doors that overlooked the floor turning to tile. Her choice was easy; she opened the door of one of the standard rooms and stepped in. While she was in a very, very lascivious mood, there was no way she was going to shower if people could be watching, even with a mask.

The room was brightly lit, shining off the large mirror Weiss assumed denoted the start of her "Showe," and contained a bench to one side, a few hooks occupying the walls, and a thick curtain that could cover her masked reflection anytime, plus a semitransparent one that the white haired girl understood the purpose of immediately as she grinned under her mask. There was also a small shelf that had a sketchbook, a few odd pencils, and something that caused Weiss to double take. "Is that... Oil? Oh, my god..." The half filled bottle was marked with a note that said, "For everyone! 3 -G," as it leaked lotion in a small pool that Weiss swabbed with her hand. It felt warm. It made her feel warm. It made her feel a bit too warm.

Weiss slid her heavy blue jacket off of her shoulders, revealing her pale collarbone and shoulders as she slowly lowered it onto the bench, staring at herself in the mirror. She wore a strapless sky blue top patterned with ruffles that swayed as she moved along with a pair of tighter-than-usual white shorts, but all of her focus was on her long white hair that was dripping sensually over her bare shoulder in the mirror. The heiress brushed her locks off of her, again as slowly as possible as she moved her oily hands over the ivory perfection of her body. She rubbed her shoulders until they shined with how smooth they were, then she craned her neck and rubbed it as well, caressing herself and moaning ever so slightly.

Weiss recollected herself and grabbed the notepad and a pencil. In big letters that absorbed the page, she wrote down the thoughts that made her feel so, so good: "I hope you're watching!" She pointed it towards her reflection, desperately hoping that someone was behind the masked figure watching her. Just the idea that someone, a compete stranger she would never, ever see, could be looking at her– admiring her– made Weiss burn. Still, she sincerely hoped she had an onlooker. She was putting on a bit of a show, after all. With that thought, she continued, kicking off her white flats.

Weiss intentionally spent a significant amount of time unbuttoning the single button on her shorts. She was a bit sad that the person that may or not be behind the mirror couldn't see her face and all the playful expressions she was making, but her desire for anonymity prevented her from reaching for the mask that covered her lewd smiles. She played with the zipper, lowering it and raising it over and over again as she put a hand to the mouth of the mask in the cutest way she could think of. "Oh, my god, here we go." Feeling flushed, Weiss hooked her fingers in her shorts, turned to face her backside to the mirror, then began slowly lowering her pants, bending over to increase the look as her rear was revealed to the other room. Weiss' panties were pure white, silky, and lusciously showed every curve of her ass as she stepped out of her shorts and modeled her form. As happy as she was with how hot she was feeling from showing them off, she was glad she had worn something relatively conservative. She couldn't imagine what Yang would be wearing if she were to come here. "Wait... Has Yang been here? Seems like she'd be a regular..." She made a note to look around next time she was shopping and see if she could find Yang's fashion sense among the racks. "If she ever found out I came here..."

Weiss could barely believe that she had actually gone through with it; she was standing in a changing room, possibly showcasing her panties to a complete stranger, or worse, a fellow student. She raised her hands to the mask as she gasped, filling with a sudden understanding that a boy from Beacon could be behind that wall, looking at her as she undressed. "What if they recognize me? Agh, I should have done something with my hair... I should have got a wig... I should have... Oh, forget it. I'm here, and I'm doing this."

Fighting the voices in her head telling her to stop, Weiss once again turned her back to the mirror as she reached for her top. Looking back, she stared at the copious amounts of white hair falling over her underdressed lower half. She brushed it over her shoulder. "You are going to enjoy my cute little butt," she winked before realizing her eyes were covered. The new voyeur pinched the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, taking great care not to knock her mask loose. She placed the sky colored top on a hook and dwelled on the fact that she was in her bra and panties where people could be watching her, admiring her, or doing other things with her in mind. "Lewder things," she thought, smiling at the thought that she could be someone's fantasy. She turned, showing off the strapless white bra laced with blue that wrapped around her small but perky breasts. Once again, they were a far cry from something her promiscuous teammate would wear, as they covered a good portion of her chest, but Weiss was more concerned with the fact that she was essentially stripping.

"I really hope somebody's watching..." Weiss thought, her mind not communicating with her body as she watched her reflection cross her arms over her exposed chest. Unwillingly, her arms covered her bra as they attached themselves to her shoulders, her body attempting to force Weiss to feel shame. The heiress just looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. "I look so... Vulnerable... I FEEL so vulnerable. It's... Kinda hot, actually." She looked on lasciviously as she made her lingerie clad body cover itself like Weiss imagined she'd do before her first time undressing for someone. The unsurety, the nervousness, the hesitation and image that made her look she could she could just be taken without resistance filled her mind with fantasies of sex and pleasure and want.

"Oh, I can't forget I'm here for a reason. Another reason, anyway," Weiss thought as she admired and accentuated the nervous look she couldn't make leave her body's reflection. She reached for one of the outfits she had picked out and began slowly pulling the shirt on. She modeled a flowing baby blue blouse with a midnight blue bow occupying the center, pirouetting to both look at how the garment looked from every angle in addition to showing off her body dressed in the cute shirt and her tiny panties. She liked the cute and sexy look of only having a top. "This is totally a morning after look," she thought, swirling the ribbon on her breasts as she decided to buy this shirt for the sole purpose of potentially being the shirt she'd wear when she gave herself up to someone.

Weiss pulled up one of the skirts she had chosen. It was white, long, and she thought it didn't make her legs as good as it should. She took the opportunity to pinch the front end with both fingers and lift, showing off her panties in what she considered to be a very adorable way. She did a mock curtsy, looking at her reflection's well toned thighs.

"I could do with a bit more oomph." Weiss dropped the ill fitting skirt and wet her hands with more of the oil. She sat down on the bench and raised her leg, applying liberal amounts of the shining liquid to her inner thigh until it gleamed in the light. She brought her leg in close to her chest and stroked her calve, then repeated the process for her other leg, breathing heavily as she stretched her now gleaming legs. "How's that?" Weiss really wished she could get an answer. She settled for turning her body a bit more towards the mirror and spreading her shiny smooth legs, letting her potential audience look at her dangerously unclothed sex in between her thighs. She brushed a finger over her panties, moaning loudly as she made her intimate folds abundantly clear, then covered her mound with all of her fingers. "That's all you're getting. Well, that and more of my butt."

Weiss looked at the remaining clothes she had picked up. On second glance, she didn't really care for any of them save the blouse she still had on. "Oh, well," she smiled, removing said blouse and playfully swinging her bare legs off the bench in just her panties and bra. Then she did a double take; she looked back at the clothes pile and remembered the sliding scale of sexy the racks outside operated under, plus the fact that she had actually picked up something from the third rack.

Weiss picked up the panties and bra she had brought to her chest and did so again. "There's... So little here..." Weiss blushed at the minuscule black cups touching her own, far more conservative bra. They were small triangles were surrounded by red lace and a multitude of bows. The bottoms matched, forming a black thong with crimson ribbons tying the alluring scraps together. The heiress looked at her reflection in the mirror. The opera mask stared back at her, clutching the lingerie with a fixed expression, but Weiss swore she saw a grin widen on it, compelling her to bare more of herself for the mirror.

"Am I going to do this?" Weiss continued to look at her reflection in the mirror. She once again noticed the curtains pulled to the side of the room. There was the heavy and thick curtain that would give her all the privacy she needed, or there was the semitransparent shroud. Weiss stood up, braced herself, and forced her hand into pulling the significantly thinner curtain over the mirror. She looked at the result; little more than a pale silhouette stood before her, the details impossible to make out. She couldn't even distinguish between her pale skin and her pure white panties.

"I'm going to do this."

Weiss felt how hot her face was under the mask. Her body was on fire, inside and out, as she unhooked her bra. It fell into her arm, cupping her breasts and preventing even an unshrouded mirror from looking at her pert breasts. She turned, just to ensure her theoretical onlookers didn't see her bare chest, but pulled her bra out to the side, smiling as she noticed the garment dangling seductively in her marred reflection. She dropped it to the ground and hooked the skimpier outfit behind her back. She quickly lowered her panties and replaced them with their black and red counterpart. She turned back to the mirror, now able to distinguish between skin and cloth only because of the disparity of colors. She pulled the curtain aside.

Weiss looked at her reflection. The opera mask covered her burning red face and distracted anyone from her extensive white locks. A minuscule black bra allowed most of her perky breasts to hang outside the garment's dark cover as it lifted her chest to the perfect level. Her shoulders still shined with oil, as did her legs. A tiny black thong wrapped around her waist and the black and red of the cloth clashed magnificently with her ivory thighs, waist and stomach. Weiss swirled, hoping an onlooker would see her as she was, bare and wanting. Her ass was perfectly framed by strings that barely covered anything. Weiss was in heaven.

"I REALLY hope someone is watching," Weiss implored the world to let someone see her dressed in such slutty clothes. She wanted to be a desire. She wanted to be someone's lust. She wanted to be wanted. Every part of her wanted to tear her top off and drop her panties and break that stupid mask covering her face– this wanting goddess'– face. "But I won't. But I can't. God, I'm such a coward." She couldn't think of the consequences that would take place if she revealed herself and someone saw. For the moment, she had to be content with where she was now. All Weiss knew was that she desperately needed to leave to find the nearest private place to deal with the fire inside her.

"Maybe next time," Weiss thought, somewhat dejectedly as she waved goodbye to a person that may or may not exist. She pulled the full black curtain over the mirror and hurriedly changed back into the outfit the hid her features. She slowly left the room, looked around to see nobody around, dumped her unwanted clothes on the spare rack, then made for the only remaining door left with the baby blue blouse and the matching set of lingerie in tow. She thought about the idea that she had just stripped down for potentially nobody. The thought made her horny anyway.

Weiss was definitely coming back, and she was definitely coming back soon.