Wonderland had its share of people. It'd been two years to the day since the place had started the Beacon Beauties line, so the place was well known by this point. The last show brought a fun-loving Faunus out, and all sorts of bets were on on what kind of girl would be next. Queen had teased enough as it was, but this one was supposedly completely new. People making last minutes bets were soon quieted by the intercoms starting to rumble.

"As I'm sure you're all aware by this point, seeing as I've said it enough, today is the two year anniversary of our lovely Beacon Beauties shows!" For the first time, Queen sounded somewhat pleased. "What does this mean? Well, thank you for asking, it means we have a special show for all of you! Anddd, it means a bit of a treat. Now, enjoy our quick preview, with some complimentary drinks." The lights dimmed in response, though they didn't leave the room pitch black.

For a short second, there was an uncharacteristic silence. Usually, Queen said something rambly with a loose connection to the girl on stage.

"Yeah, I got no big preamble today. Ladies! If you would!"

On command, multiple doors around Wonderland opened and out poured an absolute bouquet of women. All of Queen's flowers spread throughout the club carrying trays of drinks, all wearing tiny, strapless black dresses and heels. Blondes, brunettes, white, red, black, orange, just about every color of the rainbow was encompassed by the girls and their hair, the colors breaking through the darkness. The familiar faces diluted themselves throughout the crowd, passing out complimentary drinks as the lights dimmed further.

"And now, we're good. Let's go!"

The main girl of the night was Penny. Atlas' (sort of) secret black project had followed her bestest friend Ruby to join in on the fun at Queen's club, and she was welcomed with open arms. Making her own decisions was a wonderful experience; before she met Ruby, Penny was made to follow every order. Tonight, though, she let her handler Ciel take her place in the crowd to enjoy the show. The soulful automaton had, with some help, planned grand things for her show as part of the special anniversary, and she was ready to deliver.

"Surprisingly, not the first time I've had to deal with Atlas protocol. I'm not exactly sure why you, a young woman, require so much reassurance and forms to even talk to. Eh, I don't really care; you're cute enough for the crowd to be worth the time."

Penny was overjoyed at the fact that she would be worth the effort. Of course, she hadn't informed her new employer of her status as a machine, but she could play it off in order to share a stage with Ruby.

"Papers aside, it'll be a pleasure to have you. And, seeing as a persistent pipsqueak has voiced interest in having you on, we can already start talking shows. Bit of a tall order, but we have something special coming up; would you be up for that so soon?"

Penny jumped up in joy upon hearing Ruby's general description before enthusiastically nodding. Her chats with her best friend had given her plenty of ideas already, and the two had theorized a grand routine.

"Well, I'm happy to hear you're somewhat prepared. I'll let you take a look at the stage and see what works and what doesn't. Now, what exactly can you do again?"

With a small bustling of Queen's workers serving drinks still in the background, bright orange and green lights focused in on the maroon curtain. There was a subtle sound of the grinding of gears mixed with mechanical sounds that quickly turned to an unmistakable electronic beat. With a mix of stage set up and projectors, the familiar visualization of sound bars appeared in the walls; pips rose and fell in time with the music, turning the strip club to one more suited to raves.

Penny's only regret was that she wasn't actually controlling the music. She greatly enjoyed her brief stint as DJ P3N-3, though she was far too busy focusing on other things. For starters, she'd be stripping; to be honest, that didn't really bother her, as Ruby was fine with it. Maybe she'd make more friends!

"Reporting for duty!"

Absolutely jubilant in her step, Penny paraded down the line, soaking up the crowd's enjoyment of her style. So far, they seemed to like her new wave of music, at least! The world seemed to dance in beat with the synthy sounds reverberating through the speakers, giving the room the subtle robotic overtones.

"It IS nice to be subtle!" Penny thought. Ruby had taught her about jokes and humor, and one of the applications was her taste in music; unsure if her love for electronic and synth music was a result of her metal heart, Penny appreciated the… was irony the right word? Either way, she liked the fact that she was hinting at her true nature while spinning it as a fun gimmick.

As Penny reached a good point on stage, her look became clear. Above all things, Penny was best defined as, "adorable," on account of her entire image; she had a big pink bow that was slightly off center behind a mess of curly orange hair for one, with a few stray strands sticking straight up. The bright, almost childish smile on her freckled face was warm enough to melt any heart, and her big green eyes shine like the spotlights aimed at her. Around her neck was a black and green collar that glowed with neon energy, making the woman literally shine. Underneath a similarly adorned overall-skirt combination was a cream colored blouse; the blouse stretched across her arms until they tightened around her wrists, only to explode over her hands with dainty ruffles. Stretching beneath her skirt was a pairing of stockings with glowing lines, the same as her collar and overalls. With a playful twirl, she struck a cute pose and listened to the audience.

"I'm routine ready!" Penny thought, modifying her catchphrase. She wondered what Ciel thought of her embracing both her humanity and her femininity in such a way. Thanks to her sensors, she was easily able to see her getting a drink from across the room, but she had the same expression as always.

Reaching the front of the stage, Penny waved at the crowd, who were rather used to the nonstandard behavior during Beacon Beauty shows. By this point, there'd been fashion shows, aggressive sadomasochism, embarrassed holograms, and a concert, so an overly peppy flower wasn't a weird sight. A small backpack opening up and spewing out several strangely shaped swords, on the other hand, was, in fact, a bit odd; Penny's arsenal unfolded and aligned, temporarily making the ginger into a robotic angel.



"Armament Subsystem: Activate!" Penny thought, reading her outputs as they streamed across her eyes. "All systems go! Countdown start! 3!" The bladed angel wings unfurled behind her, ready for lift off. "2!" Green light began to travel throughout the blades, flowing from a small power symbol to the tips of the gun attachments. "1!" The flash of the incoming spectacle primed as Penny lowered down as if prepping for a jump. The entire crowd, plus the waitresses, watched the spectacle, the Atlesian mechanical miracle amazing compared to normal weapons. Nobody knew how or what the swords did or were, aside from that they looked awesome.

"LIFTOFF!"

With a skyward flourish, Penny's blades shot towards the ceiling. Leaving behind streams of green light, they lodged into the rafters at predetermined intervals. Penny, now standing arms overhead, tipped backward until she began falling; as she edged closer to the ground, she put her arms behind her head and relaxed, laying down on a bed of air. The woman on stage was currently lounging around in the middle of the air, no part of her touching the ground. The crowd watched in awe of the unexpected sight. Semblances allowing any sort of flight or hovering capability were rare, though the assumption was incorrect.

"My little puppeteer~" Penny sang, thinking of the pet name given to her by her creator/father. Her strings played swords, each glowing blade tethered to her via microscopic wire that gave her full control of any battlefield. Those same strings let her casually rest on air, giving her the appearance of floating. "Well, that's enough joking around."

Penny charged her swords, creating a green spark that clued the audience in on what allowed her to float. Her puppet strings can and have pulled down bullheads before, so they easily carried her weight. Even so, it would be more easily accepted by the audience if they saw how the magic worked; recalling her swords, Penny drew them out once more, though now each had a maroon ribbon attached. The swords returned to the ceiling, though now the mystery of how Penny could hover was solved.

Smiling at her ingenuity, Penny mused, "Sorry for ruining the magic. But this next part will be cool!" Remembering her next action would be complicated by a skirt, she quickly unbuckled her overalls and did a cute shimmy out of them. With her cover removed, Penny showed the audience that her top was wearing part one piece outfit; her cream blouse covered her stomach but confirmed around her butt to help show it off. Due in part to her peppy attitude and the flashy one piece with sleeves, she looked almost like a female magician or a circus ringleader. Both adequately stripped and given more freedom of movement, Penny could better give the audience what they came for, and she was free to call the shots.

Penny's form of magic was aerial silk. She wrapped her arm around one of the strips of cloth pinned to the ceiling. Grabbing onto it, she pulled herself up and began climbing. Wrapping her legs in another cloth, she let go and daintily began floating different to her wire holds from earlier. With just leg strength, she was able to maintain her position wrapped in the cloth, allowing her to gleefully wave to the crowd.

As she began climbing further up her cloth, Penny thought about how she'd part practiced, part co-opted her routine. She was a prodigy by design, so playing with her wires was no issue, but she enjoyed watching/downloading information about the practice during her practice. With a few loops around her waist, Penny opened her legs and let go of the cloth, feeling her body tumble downward in a graceful spiral until she stopped an inch above the ground. Suddenly acutely aware of her love of her geometrics crunching the numbers, she was glad she hadn't miscalculated; being a machine and having access to instant information didn't mean she was free from worry after all. It was part of being human!

Deciding to attempt one last trick, Penny scrambled up between two ribbons, wrapping her hands and feet with the soft maroon cloth. Opening her body like she was mid-leap, she felt centripetal force kick in as she twisted around like an ornament on a tree. Keeping her graceful pose, she felt the world spin as she herself went around several times. Due to her state of dress and the fact that her legs were in splits, the crowd was caught between amazed and aroused as Penny's one piece struggled against the strain.

With more grace and delicate handwork, Penny descended back onto the stage. Again, she recalled her swords before removing the backpack containing them. As the trails of cloth disappeared into the container that had no right having the storage capacity to contain them, the ginger placed the pack on the ground.

Now that her back was free, Penny reached back and found a zipper on her outfit. With some fumbling, she brought it down and stumbled out of her ringleadery outfit, revealing her next level of lewd. In addition to the strange tattoo-like markings unknowingly disguising her prosthetic body, the ginger had on a strapless black bra with the same pulsing green lines as her collar and stockings, and formerly her overalls. She also had on a high waisted thong that had previously been hidden by her one piece, but now let the entire crowd see her perky butt. Even undressed, Penny still exuded her air of cuteness; she still looked ready to play with puppies and go to the park as she did ready to get down to something a bit less childish. It created, above all, a great reaction from the crowd, who roared as the woman stripped. Even the other Beacon Beauties, finished with their rounds, had spread throughout the club and were seated at tables enjoying the show.

"Booting up end_sequenceBB2Y!" Penny commanded, readying her final program. Scanning the club, she began making the necessary calculations and plugged them into her backpack. Giggling to herself, she remembered Queen's original ideas regarding the anniversary show; with a bit of help from another one of the girls, she'd figured out the best way to cap the two-year celebration. Bending over her backpack computer, she let the crowd enjoy her butt as she input the last necessary steps.

"Aaand, GO!"

With a rushing sound of thin metal, several dozen wires burst out of Penny's backpack. As the ginger stepped back, she presented the strangely pleasing sight of moving metal as it reached the ceiling, making a web of string. Penny walked in front of the display, bowed, and made a heart with her fingers.

Penny's act of display caused an uproar as several voices rang up in surprise. Wires descended from the ceiling, targeting the bodies of all of Queen's dancers and forcing them to stand. More wires spread throughout the system, hijacking the spotlights to focus on the flowers, bringing all attention to them; with swift, clean motions, all of their little black dresses were removed from their bodies, leaving them without proper clothes in the middle of the club, surrounded by the patrons. Some had even been sitting at the same table as the regular visitors, giving an intimate experience to those lucky enough to have been sitting near an empty seat.

Neon Katt rose to her feet, unconcerned that her dress had been removed. In fact, she seemed rather happy to model a pair of panties styled to look like they were made of pixels. The tiny black squares corralled a cyan blue color between them, giving the image of low poly while also showing off plenty of butt. A similarly colored bra was decorated with the retro boxes as well, tying together an 8-bit invitation to have some fun times. Neon's situation was helped by way of being near the inked up couple that had previously attended her Beacon Beauty show; sharing many tattoos and piercings between them, the trio enjoyed the new spin on their chat.

Winter Schnee, already shocking the world by existing in Club Wonderland, further surprised the building's occupants via her underthings. The military specialist known for strict command and excellent training was clad in shapely lingerie; though anyone lucky enough to see her in her normal underwear would see purpose over appeal, the little black dress seemingly meant Winter got to exercise her femininity. Enhanced by her stunned surprise and blushing face, the crowd witnessed the former heiress clutch at her lacy white corset and thin snowy panties after her dress was removed. The submission was an astounding look on the stuffy woman, and those close to her thoroughly enjoyed her surprise.

Melanie and Miltia Malachite seemed completely uninterested in the fact that they were now in their bras and panties. Though, to be fair, they seemed uninterested in most things. They took the shock of their strip as an opportunity to model their stylings; Miltia's took on the color crimson, holding the same newspaper texture as her normal dress, while Melanie's was a softer white, decorated with faux fur lining. With mirrored smirks, they flaunted each other's bodies to those close.

Coco had been prepared. Queen had personally asked for her assistance, and she was the designer of all of the girl's dresses; the fashionista had been instructed to make them small, sexy, and easily tearable. Judging from the overwhelmingly intricate corset Coco was wearing, she had done her job. Her voluptuous curves were coated in chocolate and lined with gold, the warm brown material holding up her chest helping to frame her necklaces. Using her modeling career to the true conclusion, Coco was in the middle of a powerful pose that highlighted her figure while also commanding respect. She even had a matching purse to pair with her panties.

Velvet, on account of being Coco's partner, was also previously aware of the fact that she'd be stripped during the show. As such, with some advice, she was wearing a deep red one piece-style lingerie; again mimicking the famous rabbit Faunus that had graced magazine covers for decades, her playboy outfit did wonders for her body. Though she usually lacked confidence, her prior preparation and proximity to Coco made Velvet feel safe enough to copy her partner's poses.

Queen's innkeeper hire Brandy had been joyously tending to the bar before her clothes were torn off. Without skipping a beat, she began accepting tips to put into a champagne colored bra; her freckled chest poured out of her cleavage, assisted by the tiny top bolstering her bust. The woman's warm auburn hair contrasted immaculately with her warm, pale skin. Even better was her cheery demeanor, not at all concerned by the fact that she was now waiting tables in her bra and panties. The only regret visible was that she didn't have a tiny skirt to help further the tease of her golden panties.

Glynda was displeased. Her only reason for returning to Wonderland was to properly speak with Queen after she had been left with his vastly inferior replacement; he'd been out of town for an unspecified reason when she put on her show, and the disorganized mess she'd dealt with demanded reprimanding. Either way, she was now in the middle of a nightclub in her underwear; struggling to cover herself, Glynda unwillingly showed off her classiest, as she'd dressed up to mix with the black dress vibe. Though somewhat backfired, her stylish violet bra matched a pair of small lace panties. In addition to being mostly see-through, Glynda's unwanted allure was furthered due to the garter belt holding up a pair of purple thigh highs. The look of the stuffy woman reduced to embarrassed eye candy was a spectacle for all around her.

Neo was too caught by surprise to flash someone else's body. Quiet rage radiated off of her trembling body, ruining her concentration. She was stuck as herself, wearing a childish pair of pink and white polka dot panties and a matching bra. Her screaming silence was overtaken by the pleasure of the crowd, who greatly enjoyed seeing the pint-sized ice cream grow increasingly enraged with no outlet. Her small, yet shockingly curvaceous body shook as her variantly colored eyes met eyes with everyone taking in her body.

Considering her underwear wasn't too much of a departure from her regular attire, Emerald saw no reason to be embarrassed. Instead, she modeled a heavy duty green bra that held up her considerable bust; winding around the garment were several white leather straps, adding enticing complexity to the ensemble. More straps decorated her forest green boyshorts, waving around as the green haired woman stretched and flexed. Taking advantage of her lack of dress, she sidled up to a few enamored boys before relieving them of their wallets. Again, she was dressed almost as much as normal, but it was clearly enough to lower guards on pockets.

Pyrrha was a lot more confident in her body than she ever had been in her life. Having taken fate into her own hands by rigging a coin toss, she'd admitted her love of Jaune by way of an hour-long video of her in the bath. The spartan was now happily dating her knight in shining armor, and so she felt nothing but joy at the thought of her body being admired. Her boyfriend definitely enjoyed her body, so Pyrrha was finally able to feel pride in her curves. Though her posing still needed work, the crimson-haired woman modeled a bra, not unlike her normal corset; it was still pretty functional for training, but the brown and gold definitely helped her image of a budding confidant. Her panties were a straight black but perfectly outlined her well-defined ass as she stepped around. Despite being in a relationship, Pyrrha saw no harm in letting the Wonderland patrons enjoy her company for a bit; she'd pay Jaune back later to punish herself.

Nora looked like she'd been freed from chains. A little black dress was not her style, so she was bouncing around now that she'd been liberated. Loving her admiration from the crowd, she flitted from table to table to show off her bright pink bra and panties. Though not inherently sexy, the joy of the woman was infectious, and her body did deserve more than a few glances. Above all, her thunderous thighs stepped with unimaginable power and were perfectly on display with her choice in underthings. It took her green-clad associate to calm her down long enough to realize she should model more than she should assault.

Yang's choice of underwear were the objects closest to her. Though she wasn't supposed to be on display that night, her bare breasts and mound were in full view, as she hadn't been wearing any sort underwear; the blonde found cover in cloth napkins while most eyes turned to her scarlet face. Not being one of the few inundated with the knowledge of Penny's plan to strip all of the other girls, Yang had decided that a little black dress didn't require a bra or panties, which now left her naked in a crowd of onlookers. Attempting to cover herself, she began shuffling to the closest backroom while swearing, unwillingly feeling the eyes of dozens on her.

Blake fared little better than her partner. Flustered enough with Yang's nudity, the Faunus herself was all but topless; though she had the foresight to wear a dark purple thong, she'd chosen breast tape in lieu of a bra. Tiny pink flowers covered her nipples while what had previously helped lift her dress dotted her former cleavage. The dark tape covered little, and the pasties less, letting the crowd watch joyously as Blake struggled to hide away Yang while simultaneously covering her chest and ass. Little was actually done to prevent the stares as the pair went for the backroom.

Weiss was too caught in shock to hide away her body. Instead, she looked down with her arms raised, trying to process why her thin strapless bra and thinner panties were now visible. Both garments were sheer, hiding away nothing on the heiress' body, allowing the club to get a good look at her curves. This time, not just the night-vision-possessing Faunus could see her pert pink nipples or her ivory skin as it flushed behind her transparent bra. Finally finding her grace, Weiss clapped her hands over her sensitive bits and scrambled to follow Yang and Blake.

Ruby was, of all places, on stage in a shower of Rose petals. What was more, her newly revealed underwear matched Penny; a strapless black bra glowed with red lines while the girl's panties were the same high-waisted thong. Though she lacked the mysterious segments on her body, Ruby was undressed in the same way as her girlfriend. Though she clearly was shocked by watching the rest of her team shamble off in embarrassment, she was overjoyed to be sharing the stage with Penny. She could have done without seeing her sister naked in front of a crowd, but as she locked hands with Penny, Ruby felt right.

Penny, despite having planned on having Ruby help her finish her routine, was struck with happiness as the instigator for her humanity and capacity to love took her hands in her own. Over the roar of the crowd enjoying the varying emotion around the different girls that had been unwillingly stripped, the nuts and dolts brought each other into a deep hug before sharing a kiss. Cheers blared over the speakers as almost every girl that had been up on Queen's stage dotted the club in their underwear, or less in the case of WBY.

Finishing their kiss, Penny and Ruby faced the crowd, raised their held hands, and gave a deep bow, closing out the anniversary. Both began a gentle stroll back to the curtain, leaving the club with a view of their thongs to complement the multitude of stripped girls.

And thus ended the eighteenth night of Club Wonderland's new line up of dancers, and thus ended the two year anniversary.