Yang was in her element. Hot sun? Check. Sexy new bikini? Check? All of her hot friends, male and female, in their own brand of swimsuit? Check. A volleyball net to show off her beast skills and banging body? Check. Everything was ready for the girl that was hotter than the sun today.

If only SOMEONE would get out of bed!

Yang watched Blake roll over in her bed again, saying she'd be right behind them. "It's Blake. She's responsible, she'll make it on her own. I hope." Most of the reason the blonde was looking forward to going to the beach was to ace everyone in volleyball, hit the water, and check out cute butts, and it had been too long since she'd seen Blake in a bikini. SSSN and JNPR were coming, to, so she'd have plenty of eye candy no matter what, but she'd been fantasizing about her promise to Blake; she'd bought her teammate a string bikini recently, and she'd promised to tell her where she bought it after they went to the beach. Her wildest hope was that maybe, just maybe, Blake would be down for doing a little modeling, in or out of the Showe Room, where people could watch the two of them have some fun together. That was pretty much a pipe dream, though, as she highly doubted Blake would be up for exhibitionism.

There was just no way that Blake would ever wear that bikini out in public.

Yang was secretly embarrassed by the fact that she was counting down the seconds Blake had to get to the bus stop as the floating transport came in. Her teammate would never forgive her for not forcing her to wake up, plus she'd miss both her friend and said friend's beach outfit, so she was relieved to see Blake sprinting down towards everyone. Yang saved any jokes she had so as not to annoy her friend further.

With everyone ready, the air bus set out towards the beach, transporting a dozen teenagers (and one corgi) off for an amazing day filled with sand, surf, and suggestive outfits.

Within about thirty seconds of touching down, Yang reached for her sundress; she'd worn an incredibly coy cream-yellow outfit that provided the perfect balance between cute and sexy, having a daring cleavage line, but otherwise just highlighting her figure. Her swimsuit, on the other hand, was far more familiar to her style, and showed off everything she wanted without going too far. It was even bulky enough to hide any inclination to her piercings! The Showe Room, famed for its skimpy outfits and barely-describable-as-such clothes, had gifted Yang with the perfect bikini to show off and yet still contain her boobs and butt. She could feel the eyes of the boys on her, and she swore she felt the temperature rise as most turned away from her to hide any indication they'd been staring. The blonde posed, just to make sure everyone knew who she was.

What happened next was something that made Yang think someone else had forgotten who they were.

"WOAH, GIRL!" a familiar ginger shouted, overpowering the din. "Am I dreaming or is Weiss actually wearing that!?"

"Nora!" Pyrrha cried softly, stifling surprise.

"Damn, girl," Yang said, staring at the red on Weiss' face. "I thought I'd have to bet you to wear that!"

Not only was a good portion of Weiss' butt and thighs on display, her chest was just barely covered by nothing other than the crop top Yang had bought her from the Showe Room. It showed way, way more than anything else in Weiss' wardrobe, not to mention the part that was covered had the words, "Daddy's Girl," on them.

Had her friends not been around, Yang would have slapped herself to see if she was dreaming. This just couldn't be real. Yang didn't even know why she'd bought the top for Weiss; to even be a joke it was far too out there, but nobody would ever have expected her to wear it! And yet, here was the Schnee heiress, wearing a slutty little outfit in front of everyone.

Yang was really glad she could contain herself. Seeing her teammate wear something not only incredibly sexy, but also incredibly provocative really turned her on, and Weiss' obvious embarrassment at being looked at only added fuel to fire. She thought she'd only be getting muscles and a bit of butt, but this was way more than Yang was expecting.

"Hmm? Oh, I looked at it again and I thought it looked cute." Weiss' tone barely conveyed her face, the pitch audibly rising. "What of it?" Weiss couldn't meet Yang's eyes, knowing exactly where they all were.

Yang was dumbfounded, incapable of even finding an appropriate pun. Her uncharacteristic silence was broken with a half hearted, "Well, then."

Yang looked away, but her eyes were still scanning the text on Weiss' top, remembering that she had bought it for her at the same place she let people watch her shower. "We were gonna play volleyball in a bit." Yang's grin rose along with an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you'd want to join us?" If she could get Weiss jumping around enough in that top, just maybe...

Weiss froze up for a second before squeaking out, "I CAN'T! Won't. Ahem... No thank you. I was going to get some color. Maybe later."

With that settled, Yang set up the net properly, then started playing with everyone sans her own team, as Ruby was building sandcastles with Zwei, Weiss was... tanning? Fidgeting? "Oh, girl, you can't even get a massage, can you?" Yang remembered Neptune getting intimately familiar with Weiss' back applying lotion a while earlier. Blake was reading, but she had said that was just to start.

Despite proving herself to be way better than Neptune at volleyball, she wanted to rub it in more, so she went out of her way to be extra bouncy and extra noisy against him. Taking advantage of his distractions, she spiked the ball into his face. About ten times.

Several nearly broken noses later, Yang felt it was time for doubles matches. Taking a quick drink, she started heading over to Blake's reading corner, constantly bombarded by sand from Zwei.

"Hey, Blake!" Yang said, standing over her teammate, blocking her sun.

"Hmm?"

"We were gonna start playing doubles," Yang said, pointing to the volleyball net set up a few feet away. "I got tired of trouncing Nep solo. Wanna join? Then we can hit the water?"

Blake considered for a moment before saying, "That sounds nice. Give me a sec," closing her story after putting in a bookmark. Stretching out a bit, she readied herself to move around. "I'll be there in a minute or two, I think I'll go put my suit on first." She grabbed her bag and got up.

Yang looked down at her cleavage, then back up to Blake. "Ah, yes, distracting them! There's no way Sun can stand a chance if you sexy it up a bit!" She looked up and down Blake's figure. At the moment, her sweatshirt and shirts did not do her body justice. The blonde was really excited at the prospect of a bikini-clad Blake, so she started half-flirting, half-hyping up there teamwork. "Neptune's eyes were not on the ball–" she turned to the side to direct Blake to a peeping Neptune, who quickly turned away in an attempt to be nonchalant– "But Sun can actually play."

Yang was a bit hurt when Blake responded to her pointing out her own cleavage by huffing. Still, she smiled and said, "I'll be right there."

"You said that this morning, didn't you?" Yang asked, marking an imaginary watch. Teasing Blake was always fun, and her acknowledgement of her own screw up was adorable.

Yang downed a sports drink from one of the coolers as she waited for her teammate. Finishing it, she waited around for a while, watching Sun and Neptune flex for some random bikini-clad girls that happened to pass by. After taking her own look, she realized Blake was taking way longer than she really needed. Bored and without any other option, she made her way to the changing stalls.

"YO, BLAKE, YOU COMING OR WHAT!?" Yang screamed, shaking the ramshackle stalls. "DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE, PEOPLE WILL TALK! WE DON'T WANT THAT!" Everyone who knew Yang Xiao Long would know that she was totally lying right now. In fact, her current fantasy, or at least one of many, involved her and Blake going into a changing room together and having some fun, showing some skin, and maybe kissing.

Yang started imagining Blake wearing the swimsuit she'd bought her and started feeling her cheeks redden. "Oh, wait. I'm not imagining that."

Yang stopped her jaw from dropping as she looked at what could only be a fever dream; Blake Belladonna was wearing a skimpy slingshot that barely covered anything on her body. The blonde could see every last curve and every bit of soft, luscious skin sans her teammate's secrets, and lord, it was everything she wanted and more. Weiss wearing the Daddy's Girl crop top was a gift unto itself, but Blake wearing her bikini was borderline porn, and Yang had zero problems with it. Again, like Weiss, Blake blushing and holding her arm only made her more attractive. Her teammate's face only got redder as everyone else started looking at her.

Adding on to Blake's humiliation, Nora whistled at her. "WOO! WORK IT GIRL!" the ginger cried, hooting and cheering on the dark haired girl. "YOU LOOK H-O-T HOT!"

"Nora!" Ren said, somewhat limply, his head turning but his eyes still on Blake.

"Not my fault all of team RWBY decided to be total babes today!" Nora replied. "Pyrrha, you and I need to step it up next time!" Pyrrha gasped, looked to Jaune, blushed, then turned away to stare at the ground. "Hmm, I wonder if Ruby has some super-secret-sexy-skin-showing-swimsuit!"

Yang suddenly felt more wrath towards Nora than she'd ever had before. Nobody would lewd up her sister! Nobody! Her eyes flared red as she glared at the ginger, who knew to shut up for once.

Calming down, Yang turned back to the still blushing Blake and remembered why she liked girls just as much as boys. The cat was still holding her arm, nervously fidgeting while her yellow eyes darted to every person staring at her, unable to settle on anyone. Feeling nice, Yang decided to ease Blake's suffering as thanks for wearing her gift.

"Oh, my god, you look so hot right now!" Yang cried, drawing towards her volleyball partner. She wasn't lying; the blonde had never seen Blake look more sexually appealing. Every random passerby agreed, many turning their heads to sneak peeks. Yang remembered her promise to her teammate she made when she had originally found her new swimsuit. "Oh, I DID promise you I'd tell you where I got that once we hit the beach, though I didn't think for a second you'd wear it. And with SUN here!"

If Blake was willing to wear her collection of skin-showing strings, maybe she would actually be up for going to the Showe Room. Yang blushed redder, thinking about getting some hands on with Blake in her suit.

Blake tried to subtly move her arm upwards to cover more as Yang tried not to drool. "Y-yeah. I found it in my drawer, and it's..." Blake paused, clearly thinking of an excuse. "Uh," she continued, pulling on a strap, "It reminds me of my weapon! Gambol Shroud's ribbons look just like it!"

Yang looked down at Blake's ribbon laced breasts, seeing the parallel the Faunus had forced. The overlap between her sling and her weapon was tangential at best, so the blonde looked up and gawked. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Blake said, offended. "You know I love ribbons." Her cat ears twitched unintentionally. "I thought that'd be the reason you bought it for me."

Yang had bought Blake her suit in the hopes that she could watch her gorgeous teammate change into it while they potentially were watched by someone behind a mirror. Ribbons had nothing to do with anything.

"Nah, I bought it because I wanted to see your cute little butt in it. Little did I know YOU wanted EVERYBODY to see."

"Hush. I can dress sexy, too you know."

"Please, you know what you're doing in your shorts. This is a different level." Yang giggled, thinking of being evil. "One where you're peeking out." She pointed at Blake's chest.

"AHH!" Blake cried, hoping no one saw her nipples peek out. Angrily, she realized Yang was lying. "Yang!"

"Oh, quiet. You can't ruin this day, considering I somehow got you and Weiss to wear your presents out." Yang motioned to Weiss and her crop top, still drinking in the lust emanating off of her, plus her clear hesitation. Still, she wanted Blake to be happy, so she wanted to try to get her mind off being an exhibitionist. "Oh, do you like my bikini!? I got it from the same place as yours." She modeled, the boys waiting for them to finish taking notice of her jiggling chest.

"It's... you," Blake said, trying not to stare. Yang was proud of how much of an effect her body still had on her teammate, considering they lived together, and had seen each other relatively underdressed at least once.

Yang saw Blake staring at her cleavage and helped her view by bending over a bit. "Well, maybe all the boys will just forget about how much skin you're showing if they look at me instead? Hmm?" Her voice was candy, caught between outdoing Blake and flirting with her.

Blake re-remembered her lack of decency and blushed. "Lets just play volleyball."

"READY TO GO!" Yang screamed triumphantly, turning back towards the court.

Yang was in heaven; while she already loved the beach, she loved bed kicking her friend's asses in volleyball even more. Above either of those were that she loved all the looks she was getting in her super sexy bikini, and above that, she loved all the looks Blake was getting in her unbelievably sexy bikini. Every time Blake hit the ball, cheers rang out as her chest jiggled, and as her thong rode up further. It was all the same for Yang; in between her own staring at Blake's mostly exposed body, she got plenty of looks herself for her body, and Bumblebee was getting actual fans for their volleyball skills. Several matches in, they were facing off against Sun and Neptune in the final round to decide the champions.

It was a closely tied game of volleyball between Bumblebee and Seamonkeys ("Man, that IS a lame name."), and they seemed at total odds. Deciding to boost her fan club some more, Yang decided on a good way to help ensure a victory.

"Hey- HAH!" Yang cried, hitting the ball up to cross it. "Blake?" She made sure her voice was suspiciously loud. Neptune had to hear it over the cries of the crowd that had gathered.

"Uhh... Umph!" Blake responded, sending the ball back again. "What?"

"Would you mind doing me a favor once we finish the match?" Worst case scenario, Yang would get what she wanted from Blake anyway.

"Can we talk later? In the middle of a– Oomph!– game here!"

"But my boobs hurt!"

"Yeah, that's SO my game."

Yang saw Neptune twitch. All according to plan! This was going to be easy!

"Do you know how– Ahh!" Yang's effort sounded a bit forced and a bit like a girl getting fingered. The blonde knew the perfect tone to make herself sound like she was about to orgasm. "–hard it is on a girl when her boobs are bouncing all over the place!?" She watched Neptune lose IQ points as he turned his head.

Neptune botched a return due to staring at Yang, though Sun was able to save it.

"I need someone to massage me for a bit once we– Haah~– win!" Yang moaned and leaned back a bit, emphasizing her chest, and winking at a cute fan. So much to enjoy at the beach~

"Don't fall for her womanly charm, Nep!" Sun cried to little avail. His teammate had once again shifted focus onto breasts.

"We can go to the changing room, and you can get your hands ALL over me, 'kay BB?" Though she said it to help win, Yang hoped she'd get Blake in the changing room with her.

Blake spiked the ball right into Neptune's peeping face, sending him to the ground and earning another point. The crowd cheered, though they still had one more to get before winning.

Sun looked disappointedly at Neptune, lauding his friend for falling for Yang's trap. "Get your ass in gear! You can jack off as much as you want AFTER WE FINISH YOU DUMBASS."

"Okay! Okay okay okay focus focus focus!" Neptune looked redetermined, if a bit hurt. "I got this!"

Once again, it was an excellent rally between the two teams, Neptune's refocus proving to be true. Even another mental assault from Yang didn't stop his comeback, and again the crowd grew quiet. Everyone's eyes followed the ball going back and forth, always just sniped before hitting the ground.

"Let's finish this!" Sun cried, his soul flaring. As the ball came to his side, he leapt up and spiked it, winking at the crowd as he slammed it downward, straight to Blake. "I got this!"

"No you don't!" Blake shouted, readying herself.

Yang watched her teammate stretch out, lowering herself to intercept the ball, and lord, she saw everything. Blake's slingshot lost almost all purpose as it tightened in tandem with Blake's movements; it rode up her ass, showing every last inch of skin it was supposed to hide, and her chest was completely unrestrained. Cursing herself from having to look away, Yang forced herself to finish the match as Blake's save sent the ball up. She saw the looks of awe on Sun and Neptune's faces as they saw Blake's error, and spiked they'd ball straight into the ground, finalizing their victory.

"And now that we've won...!" Yang thought, smiling smugly, "I can look at..." The blonde's mind blanked as she turned to see Blake, scrambling on the ground, her hands clapped over her otherwise exposed breasts. Her save must have caused her boobs to completely slip out of her bikini. "In front of everyone!? And I MISSED IT!?" Yang guessed missing Blake's flash was her punishment for buying her the bikini in the first place. "But that's not fair!" Winning the match was an amazing feeling, but she genuinely felt bad that Blake had shown everything off in front of her and Sun, not to mention everyone else.

Yang watched Blake swiftly kick herself up, tits in hand, then run to the changing rooms. As she should have expected, a lot of the crowd was following the cat girl, but that was solved with a few hits to the jaw. Yang was her friend! She was the only one that needed to be there! For support! And maybe some time together in the changing room! Yang ensured that all of the pervert fans left with missing teeth if they were going to try and peep at her friend.

"Blake!" Yang cried from outside the changing room. "You in there!?" She really hoped Blake wasn't mortified. Maybe since she decided to wear the bikini in the first place, this was what she wanted? Maybe she really is an exhibitionist... Yang once again fantasized about going to the Showe Room with Blake together.

Yang heard barking and raging in response to her question. Where was Zwei, anyway?

Yang didn't hear anything for a minute. She asked, "Blake?" hoping Blake actually wanted to talk to her and not hide for the rest of her life.

Yang heard another bark, followed shortly by the one who had made it. Squatting down to pet him, she said, "Oh, hi Zwei."

"Oh, his name's Zwei?" Yang turned to see Sun behind her. She guessed he was the only other person that Blake would be cool with being near her at the moment, so she didn't punch him away.

Noticing that Zwei had something in his mouth, Yang asked, "Hey, boy, whatcha got there?" She heard a groan from behind the changing room door. After fighting Zwei to get him to stop moving, she wrestled the object out of his mouth. "What'd you get me, boy!?" Standing back up from her letting, she examined Zwei's treasure.

Yang had thought she was red when she had seen Weiss in her slutty crop top. She had thought she was red when she had seen Blake in her stringy swimsuit. She reached a new level of red as she unfurled Zwei's pickup to discover that it was a pair of panties. Judging from the purple and black color scheme, plus the groans from behind the stall, they were Blake's, and Yang was holding them out in the open... right in front of Sun. The two blondes looked at each other wordlessly; both were scarlet, unable to figure out what to do.

Still looking at each other, Sun and Yang remembered that they both had a crush on Blake, and that Blake had a crush on both of them. And the two blondes were holding her panties.

Interrupting the extreme awkwardness of the situation, Blake creaked the changing stall door open at a snail's pace. She poked her head out even slower, not making eye contact with either of the two blondes gazing between her and her panties. Weakly, she asked, "C-Can I have those back?" Yang wordlessly passed Blake her underwear. "Yang? Can you bring me my book?" Yang nodded. "Thank you. I'm just... I'm just gonna be here for a while." She closed the door, leaving Yang and Sun alone with each other.

Taking a second to recollect themselves, the two blondes starting heading back for Blake's book. Trying to lighten the situation, Yang jokingly said, "I can't wait until we look back on this and it's hilarious."

"I hope you're right..." Sun said, scratching the back of his head. "I'll leave you to bring her book. I think she would prefer as few people as possible."

"Roger," Yang said, finding Blake's book. She was tempted to open it and see what kind of story Blake was so engrossed in, but she thought better of it. As Sun walked off to chastise Neptune for losing them the volleyball tourney, Yang walked towards Blake's hiding spot. She passed her teammate the book and took a deep breath.

Yang was beyond turned on by this point. She thought she'd be treated to abs and butts today, but what she got was far more than she could have ever hoped for. She could feel her heart thundering at the thought of Blake being exposed, her body on display for everyone to see. Realizing she was getting way too hot, the blonde remembered she was at the beach. Seeing her other friends hit the waves, she decided it was high time to hit the water.

"Surf's up!" Yang mused, despite not having a surfboard. Still, that was what one says at the beach! She decided to play in the waves for a bit, just to acclimate to the freezing water. Stopping at the water's edge, she felt the icy ocean touch her feet. It felt amazing, but she thought it best to slowly climb in. Winking at a few cute beach goers passing by, plus waving to her fan club that had stuck around since her volleyball win, Yang started wading through the ocean until she was chest level. The one bad thing about a beach trip was that she'd have to go way into washing her hair later; she swore she gets ten pounds heavier from all the seawater that clings to her golden locks. "Oh, I should just use my Semblance!" Maybe the heat she produced when letting off could dry her? Something to try.

If the sun felt great, the water felt better. The heat haze was visible to Yang every way she looked, so floating neck deep in the ocean was amazing, especially to cool off from her volleyball tournament, both in regards to the activity, and Blake's exhibition. Yang's cheeks went from burning back down to normal, cooling off more than the rest of her did.

Yang would have to talk to Blake a bit more about her bikini malfunction to gauge her reaction; if she was fine with ever stepping out of that changing stall, maybe she wouldn't be opposed to visiting the Showe Room with her. The blonde loved how the store operated. She'd confirmed for herself, many a time, that it was impossible to enter the viewing side without ditching all the contents of pockets; there was zero chance of anything getting out, so it was perfect to let loose without consequence. While Yang didn't bother wearing a mask, they were there in case Blake wouldn't want to be seen. The blonde really hoped her partner would be down for the idea; even just some playful touching would be nice! Though ideally, Yang wanted more of Blake's swimsuit.

A bit too absorbed in the idea of her best friend's boobs, Yang felt the whoosh of a wave. The ocean was calm, so it only splashed her hair a bit. It did remind her that she could try something else out in the water, though. "I think Sun had a surfboard or something. Maybe I could see if I could rent a wakeboard? Oh! I wonder how fetch would work with Zwei!" Yang remembered the last thing her dog had brought her were Blake's panties. She blushed again. "Eh, I'll figure it out."

Dodging some weird feeling kelp or something, Yang began trying to find her footing in the ocean. Eventually, she floated over to where she could touch the ground and began wading through, feeling the sand crumble and squish underneath her feet. It was such a weird, pleasant feeling, though she could do without the weird plant stuff everywhere. Occasionally taking a second to swim her way forward, Yang got to where she could fully stand outside the freezing ocean water, and started making her way to where everyone had set up.

Yang got to where only her calves and below were submerged in the ocean until she realized something was up. Her fan club from volleyball were all staring directly at her, having stopped playing their own matches. Most of SSSN and JNPR were looking at her, and it appeared Weiss was doing her best not to. Ruby was still messing around in the sand, but otherwise, all attention was on her. Coming out of her trance, Yang heard cheering, along with something Nora was shouting. Everything was overpowering everything else, so she couldn't catch anything.

Yang felt a breeze come in. It was then she realized she was feeling the wind in places she should not be feeling it.

Yang had thought she was red when she had seen Weiss in her slutty crop top. She had thought she was red when she had seen Blake in her stringy swimsuit. She had thought she was red when she had held Blake's panties.

Yang turned scarlet as she looked down to see that she was completely naked; not a scrap of her bikini was still on her, and close to two dozen people had their eyes trained on her. Close to two dozen people, and growing, were staring at her, Yang Xiao Long, completely naked.

Everyone could see Yang's big, beautiful boobs, sun-kissed skin flawless when framed against the ocean. Everyone could see Yang's perfectly smooth mound, waxed only a few days ago to ensure nobody would see any hairs in places they didn't belong. Everyone could see Yang's piercings, each of her nipples with a barbell and another on the hood of her clit, all helping when she played with herself.

Yang looked up and remembered everyone looking directly at her naked body. Several members of her predominantly male fan club had scrolls up. She screamed, louder than she ever had in her life, threw her hands over her sensitive bits, and squatted down, trying to figure out why she was naked on a public beach, in front of all of her friends.

What Yang didn't know was that few things purchased in the Showe Room were meant for everyday wear. The swimsuit selection, especially, were only meant to be sexy, skimpy, and, in Yang's specific case, soluble; the perfect bikini Yang had found may have actually covered everything it should have, but it was made with water-soluble thread that dissolved minutes after exposure to water. The intended use for the line would be either pre-sex teasing or as a revenge gift, and not for use by a woman spending the day with friends.

Yang felt the eyes of the world on her as she scuffled back into the cover of the deep blue ocean, waiting with bated breath as Nora understood the severity of the situation, carrying a towel over to her. Pyrrha used her Semblance to bust any scrolls recording Yang's shame.

"I was screaming at you!" Nora said, pushing her way through the water with Yang's towel. "'Gah, your boobies are out! I didn't know you were pierced! Where's your bikini!?' and you didn't hear me!?"

Yang's arm shot out, grabbing the soaked towel and wrapping around herself as a dress. "Shut up! I didn't know! I don't know what happened! Punch everyone!" The blonde was behind crimson, feeling the lascivious stares of everyone from SSNN and JR to all of the random strangers everywhere. Kicking her way out of the water, she shot towards the changing room, avoiding all of the people trying to flirt with her or get grabby. She opened up the stall next to where Blake had disappeared into and slammed the door, locking herself away.

Yang regretted not grabbing her sundress. She didn't have any backup panties, but she'd really prefer a dress to a towel that she kept having to pull up, even with nothing underneath. Now the only thing covering her body was a Pumpkin Pete towel soaked with seawater. It coarsely brushed against her piercings, adding on to her discomfort.

Yang, unlike Blake, didn't have a friend willing to poke at her business while locked in a changing room. As the blonde had besides her towel was her thoughts.

"Oh, my god..." Yang thought, unable to come to terms with having flashed everything to so many people. "Everyone... saw... everything! And my friends! And so many strangers!" Yang was still burning from her humiliation, never having taken a step so grand. She'd played around with hearts before, giving the tiniest hints at her body by wearing skimpy clothes and occasionally teasing for the sake of teasing, but nothing was like this; the Showe Room was behind closed doors and meant no repercussions, so she'd felt safe stripping down and breaching past her comfort zone. This was different. This was public. This was in front of people. Her friends. Complete strangers.

People had seen Yang Xiao Long, completely naked, in public.

"They saw just how much of a little slut I am!" Yang cried in her head. It was this moment she realized that one hand was current tweaking her nipple through her towel, and the other was shaking up her towel-dress. "Am I... Oh, my god, I'm getting off to this!" Yang's repercussion-free exhibitions at the Showe Room had felt amazing, but something about being in public, visible to the world, being seen in such a weak, vulnerable state left her in a place she had never been before.

Before she knew it, Yang's towel was on the ground, and she was masturbating. Sending shocks straight to her heart, she played with her piercings, adding on to the immense feeling of lust she'd gotten from being seen completely naked. It took all of her willpower not to kick the stall door open and let the world watch her touch herself, but it didn't take long before she reached her breaking point. Biting her hand to keep from screaming, Yang felt her body shake with more force than ever before. Short, sharp breaths slipped out from between her teeth as she experienced the greatest orgasm of her life, brought on by her love of being watched and her lust of seeing her teammates wear their presents. As she finished riding out her quivers, she realized she blew her Semblance, further driving up her pleasure, and also conveniently drying off her hair.

Yang was spent, and Yang was satiated, at least for the moment. Everyone she knew, plus some others though sadly not Blake, had just seen her completely naked. She realized she'd need to chase that high again, considering how hard she had just cum, but that couldn't be today. She couldn't risk more getting out, so she readjusted her towel into a dressed, cooled down, then left the changing stall.

Avoiding the awkward talks with everyone regarding her public exposure, Yang pulled her summer dress on over her towel before letting it fall. She was now fully dressed, save lacking any sort of panties. A breeze rolled by, nearly blowing up her dress to reveal her mound, wet with lust from her masturbation. She made little effort to hold it down.

"Blake has two options: either we go to the Showe Room and have some fun, or we go have fun somewhere else. Somewhere where people are watching. Somewhere where someone might see..."