While visiting the Lastation Basilicom, Plutia strolled through the halls without direction, no one stopping to see if she actually knew where she was going. Eventually however, she found herself at the door to the CPU's room, and with her free hand simply pushed it open, the door knob seemingly stuck open. "Noire~ Neptune was telling me about all the things you dressed up as, can I cosplay too?"

Hearing the voice of Plutia triggered Noire to throw a suit, a mask, a fake pistol and rifle, a seemingly broken drill, and a dufflebag full of fake money across the room into a corner in one swift motion before turning around and responding. "C-Cosplay? What's that? I-I don't do cosplay! H-hey, how'd you unlock the door anyways?" Noire's face was one of surprise and worry which turned into curiosity (and she was still worried).

Plutia looked at Noire quizzically, visibly saddened at Noire's blatant lie. The items she nearly through through the wall fell to the floor behind her bed, meaning she couldn't simply look over and tell what it was. "You don't have to lie to me, Noire... And the door wasn't locked. I just pushed on the door and it opened."

Noire scoffed slightly, cursing Neptune under her breath before looking back to Plutia. "I-I'm not lying! Why would such a serious CPU like me do something like c-cosplay?" And thus returned her panicky state.

Plutia sighed, shaking her head. "Sure you don't, Noire." With that, Plutia moved to leave the room. She slammed the door closed behind her, but left Noire alone regardless. After several minutes with no Iris, it seemed to be more or less safe for her to get back to what she was doing. Oh, silly Noire, you're in a fanfiction, a lewd one at that. There is no such thing as being safe.

Thinking she was safe, Noire grabbed her costume pieces and started to put them on. When she was done, she resembled a burglar from a game she had played recently, "Paycheck: The Burglary". With her costume on and nobody in sight, she started to take pictures of herself.

As Noire indulged her cosplay habit in the safety of her own room, a chilling giggle rang out, right before a leg clad in black suddenly came crashing down onto her. Noire was thrown to the floor, her phone flung from her hand, and now, Iris stood over the CPU, suspiciously cosplaying as one of the enemies from the very same game. "We should really stop meeting like this~"

Not realizing who had just kicked her, Noire involuntarily shouted, "Oh shit, cloakeeeer!" Trying to see her assailant, she attempted to turn herself over and off of her belly.

Unfortunately Noire didn't have the time to get away before Iris was already bearing down on her, the girl pinned underneath the Cloaker as she tugged the girl's pants down. Snickering to herself, Iris tapped the plate over her crotch, something long, and thick materializing over the CPU's back, before it was promptly pressed up against her rear threateningly. "The safeword is POLICE BRUTALITY!"

Noire clenched her teeth as the "baton" pressed against her ass. "P-Plutia!?" Nervously, she kept squirming as the tip rubbed against her panties. With a lick of her lips, Iris suddenly thrust in, shoving her "baton" to the hilt in Noire. The girl's panties were pushed aside forcefully to grant the dominatrix passage, stuffing her ass to the brim as her stomach bulged under her clothes. The result of the first thrust was a shock of pleasure more effective and potent than any taser rippling through Noire's body. Offering a loud moan, the girl was helpless with Iris Heart on top.

Iris giggled to herself at the sight. "You call that resisting arrest?~" There wasn't much more time for Noire to get adjusted before things really got started. An endless flurry of thrusts soon assaulted the CPU's rear entrance, stretching her ass wide around the monstrous "weapon". Noire tried to get up on all fours to try and get the dominatrix off of her, but ultimately Iris Heart's weight proved to be too much for Noire to lift. This motion from Noire only proved to work against her, applying some force towards the cloaker and ultimately making her go just a tiiiiny bit deeper.

As the massive "baton" rapidly pumped in and out of the goddess dressed as a heister, the thing bulged from her stomach as resisting arrest proved of Iris' hands pulled the girl's mask to the side of her head, putting it at an angle so it could still be seen, while still keeping Noire's face exposed. The other, meanwhile, continued to take pictures of their cosplaying. Highly accurate to the real game.

Had Noire noticed someone taking pictures of her cosplay (which she usually didn't, proven by Anonydeath) she likely would've been angry or embarrassed, however she wasn't exactly paying much attention to that, rather she was just a liiiittle distracted by having her back entrance be stretched wide by a sadist. She helplessly squirmed a little more before succumbing to the intense pleasure being given to her by Iris Heart.

Without pause, Iris continued her powerful assault, hammering away at the goddess rapidly. With a lick of her lips though, her pace suddenly increased even further, pounding away relentlessly as she took one photo after another which would likely end up either well distributed on N-Chan or kept for Plutia's own "personal use".

The speed boost was, as one could tell by Noire's face, very effective. Groaning out loudly with pleasure, Noire's tongue lolled out as her mouth stayed open constantly.

"Enjoying yourself, aren't you~?" Suddenly, the woman's hand crashed onto the goddess' rear, giving her a loud spank as she continued her assault. It just went on and on endlessly, one photo being taken after another, all while Iris forcefully drove her closer and closer to the edge.

As if to respond to the question being asked, Noire gasped as her ass was smacked harshly as she was brought closer and closer to the edge. In not much more time, Noire found her body tingling with pleasure before finally reaching her orgasm and giving out a long cry of pleasure with it too.

Iris swapped between a pleased hum and amused giggles, as Noire finally found herself over the edge of climax. She continued to let the girl ride down that peak with more brutal thrusts, but when it finally leveled out, the dominatrix came to a stop. She pulled out, the strap-on sliding out easily as she looked over her work.

As expected, Noire was a mess with her tongue lolled out and eyes glazed over a bit as she rested on the ground.

"N-Noire's been taken into custody!" Nepgear's voice seemingly came from over a radio. Scared that Nepgear had just ruined their ruse, Neptune, Vert, and Blanc, (whom had been watching the whole time, while wearing Paycheck: The Burglary costumes too, and had waited to pounce on Noire but, were stopped by Cloaker Heart's sudden appearance) crawled out from under the Noire's bed and all fled through opposite directions. Blanc broke a hole in the wall and ran through that, Vert began to crawl through the air vent that they came in through originally, and Neptune jumped straight out of the nearest window.

Iris' ears perked up as she heard Nepgear's voice ring out, standing up straight as she looked towards the bed, watching the trio of CPUs who were also dressed up as heisters make their escape. Giggling, she briefly wondered if she should leave them be; after all, she'd had her target already. But on the the other hand, Noire was in "custody" by this point, so it was probably a good time to go after her next prey. With another lick of her lips, she finally decided which of the girls to go after, needing to move quickly enough so they couldn't trade a "hostage" for Noire... Or themselves, really.