The noise of the crowd bustled through Club Wonderland as people waited for the latest show to start. It had been a decent while since the last Beauty performance, and, as with every announcement, this one was said to be exceptional. The voice that said that worded filler through the mikes to quiet the crowd, ready to explain as to why this night was so much more special than the last.

"And we're back, everyone! Been too long since I could walk out of this place with enough pocket change to get something nice." As with every time, the voice conveyed lecherous intent and savvy, almost con artist levels of business smug. "I think I'll get a new hat. Maybe customize the card that's always in there. What do you think? Queen of Hearts, obviously, but maybe change the face to something more evocative? Oh, maybe I should commission my own special deck… All my girls as the numbers as little pin ups? Sounds like a good idea. I'll workshop it and see if I can't get some decks for anybody who feels generous. In the meantime, lights, though it won't matter long."

The dark followed Queen's words, leaving the club in a thick sheet of velvety black. Sans a few glowing signs and the low LED-layered floor, everything was shadows, leaving nothing but the noises of shuffling.

"You know, when I think of cards, I think, 'Old School,' real classic like. Makes me miss the days of clunky Dust weapons, non-holographic stoplights, and most of all, those classic drive-in restaurants. Good, quality Vale-made burgers, relaxing atmosphere, quick service, but forget all that; drive-ins were the absolute best because of those adorable girls in there adorable outfits. Carhops were easily one of the greatest inventions after Dust weaponry and you are wrong if you disagree. I drone on, but you'll figure out why in a moment."

Neon Katt was excited, as she tended to be. Going to school at Atlas was, for the most part, hell, considering her personality couldn't be more opposite to the expected. Classes were rigorously scheduled, exams were exceptionally difficult, and everything was order. Neon hated the uniforms most of all; it was stuffy, it was unflattering, and it wasn't her. She wasn't even allowed to style her hair to her preference in class.

"Well, now that you've made that all clear, I can tell we'll get along just dandy. For starters, I have but two rules: rule one, keep it sexy, but classy. This rule is often ignored. Rule 2 is make it yours; a Beacon Beauty show, in addition to being an increasingly poorly thought out name as time goes on, is meant to show everything about the star, body, personality, Semblance if it fits, everything."



Neon already liked how Queen operated. The tournament so long ago was one of the first times in her life she was able to express herself and represent Atlas at the same time; everything else had to be orderly. That was why she hated Atlas. The best part about Atlas was the fact that everybody else hated the order to; every activity not during school hours was people expressing themselves. All the parties, all the raves, all the barely legal activities her friends did was the real Atlas. And if Queen was paying her to do that? Aces. Or, Queens, even.

"Yes, yes, I'm serious. Seeing as you clearly haven't seen my work, you basically have free reign to do as you please as long as it brings people in. Just from looking at you, I imagine we can work together and make something show-worthy."

Neon's eyes lit up like stars. If she had free reign to do as she pleased, then she could let loose with the perfect expression of exactly who Neon Katt was, without having to worry about representing Atlas. She was ready to ride!

"Considering I saw a legitimate rainbow following you when you came, I imagine you like a lot of color and noise. I assume that wasn't a drug trip, seeing as I don't touch the stuff, so I do imagine our lighting guy will either hate you or love you."

A rainbow of aggressively bright colors saturated the darkness, bringing the curtain to light in a swathe of neon. Even more aggressively pop music began blaring, threatening to blow out both speakers and eardrums alike. Right as the beat was truly about to hit, the curtains blew open, revealing… nothing.

"Order up, kitty!" blared Queen from the intercoms.

Her signal received, Neon felt the warmth of the spotlights hit her as they focused in on the bar. From behind the counter, the audaciously-colored cat hopped over, her feet narrowly missing a customer sitting across. "Never miss a beat!" Neon sang in tune with her chosen soundtrack. She knew the rhythm by heart, and could hit every cue with nunchuck precision in her sleep, so she was beyond ready to roll.

Neon's appearance was made with a sudden burst of light as she drank in the attention. Now in the spotlight, the club was able to see her from a mile away due, in no small part, to her state of outshining the sun in terms of brightness. Her hair was set into four flaming ponytails, two bigger ones topping a smaller pair. Though bright orange, two small cyan streaks cut through in contrast on her bangs. Emerald green eyes carrying nothing but lightness were highlighted by a scarlet heart tattoo lying underneath, adding another two shades to her rainbow. Yellow was covered by mismatched earrings, one ring on one ear and two on the other. After everyone took a moment to notice her belled collar, they saw Neon's lips curl into a feline smile; along with the gradient pink cat tail swirling around her body, she was confirmed as a proud Faunus. Covering her clothes was a large, sweeping apron, not unlike those worn by Queen's beloved carhops, though any sense of order was shot in the foot by a rainbow star tattoo rounding her arm. More eccentricity was denoted by mismatched tube socks, going from past her knees into a pair of roller skates. Should the lights turn off, one could see the Neon rainbow for miles, regardless of the dark.

Confident in her striking image, Neon hummed, "Let's ride!" as she retrieved her props for the beginning of her show. Few people could resist most of what Neon was; cat Faunus were easily most popular sexually speaking, she was a fun loving raver, stood out in a crowd, was exceptionally skilled, and, for tonight, provided more than just herself.

Kicking off, Neon effortlessly balanced a drink tray with a few errant glasses in one hand, and held a champagne bottle in the other. Queen's love of carhops had brought her to the conclusion that becoming one, in addition to being insanely easy considering all she needed was an apron, would bring her popularity and tips. Reveling in Queen's loose direction, Neon skated her way towards a table with a few punky-looking patrons that were just her crowd. Doing a cute spin move to stop, she offered a glass to a man with bright green hair and enough piercings to get the cat going.

"I ought to see if he's down to party later!"

Winking to the cutest ones, Neon distributed glasses to the table of men and poured a fair amount of champagne for each of them. Once finished, she enthusiastically posed, pulled out her scroll, and took several selfies with them, pressing her face close to most as she whirled around the table. Letting them get plenty of grabs in, she also scribbled a date and address for the next party she was going to, though the table seemed the type that would already be down for it.

Waving goodbye with a lot of cutesy kissy faces, Neon retrieved her tray and bottle and kicked off, spinning back on her skates to continue exploring. A lot of tables seemed to be begging for her company, but most were full of old creepers and boring stuffed shirts; Neon, knowing the crowd she'd rather spend time with, sailed past suits wanting to play grab-ass and instead found a table with people resembling her age.

"I should have planned for more personal time…"

Upon discovering that the table she was at consisted of a couple with brightly colored hair and a few tattoos shared between them, Neon felt at home. She was unsure how the patrons of her show seemed to be so on point, but she wasn't about to complain. Instead, she offered the last of her champagne to the pair, cheerfully filling up their glasses with a few flirty remarks. Had she had a bit more free time, she would have liked to get to know them better, seeing as they might have some good places on where to get tattoos in Vale. She'd also like to see if they'd be down to party, or maybe add in a cute cat to their bedroom fun, but the time wasn't right. Neon had a show to run, and she wasn't about to proposition some people without at least talking to them. Still, she could shake her ass a bit and giggled as the pair looked at each other curiously.

Now with her car hopping done, Neon could get on with the main event. Gimmicks were cute, but she was cuter, and her panties were even cuter; quickly pecking the girl on the nose to her boyfriend's approval, she backed off, leaving her tray, bottle, and apron. Before anyone got a solid look at her outfit, she launched off towards the divide to the main stage.

"Alright! Let's kick it up!"

Neon grabbed the barrier and expertly swung over the divide, diving into the money-filled gutter for just a moment. Upon reappearing, she kicked onto center stage and waited for the spotlights to help her show off her skating skills. Throwing her weight forward, she placed a hand in the ground, threw her legs into the air, and deftly spun around supported by her arm. When she landed to uproarious applause, she used her momentum to spin around once more, then finish with a pose as her 360 trailed off.

Thanks to her expert choreography, Neon held a perfect pose to show off her body, plus she did it in a way that left her lightly spinning, letting the entire room get a look from every angle. Now, in addition to seeing her audaciously orange hair, the crowd got a look at what was previously hidden by her apron. Below her ever-ringing bell was a light blue cropped tank, barely covering a black bra with the straps clearly visible. Holding up a bright pink skirt was a white belt, the buckle being a winking golden face. Underneath her skirt was a pair of dark shorts, clinging tightly to her thighs and contrasting her pink tail. In her short interim behind the walls of the gutter, Neon had also procured a pair of nunchucks, and was lazily spinning it around with a smug smile on her face.

"It's a real shame there's not much here to skate on. Ah, well, I guess I'll just go the easy route." Neon had a sudden urge to rock a half pipe, but it was just flat stage and poles. "What a conundrum," she laughed.

Before blowing over to a pole, Neon loosened up a tad. Winking at the crowd, she began lowering her shorts, pulling them off until she slipped them over her skates. Now able to show off her ass, the cat's lips curled to resemble a 3. Her mischievous side released, Neon kicked off, drowning in the cheers of her removing her pants.

"Just wait until the skirt comes off…" Neon laughed, knowing that the audience would eat her choice of underwear up. At the moment, they'd see her ass, but her skirt was still covering the best parts, regardless of her angle.

Hooking her nunchuck around a pole, Neon grabbed it with both hands and began twirling around, appearing weightless. When she made herself stop suddenly, her skirt followed through, teasing her butt in a pair of black panties. Looking back at her onlookers, Neon winked and smiled before lowering her body onto her heels, then pushing out, reaffirming how amazing her ass looked and how much she liked showing it off.

"This is far from my first time skating without pants, after all." Neon loved thrill seeking, and wearing a short skirt and some cute panties at a skate park was one of the many things she loved. It was the perfect amount of teasing, and seeing all the boys try to find the best way to look up was a high unto itself. "Though, it's not as rad as that time someone dared me to run the park naked; nothing like the freezing midnight Atlas air on your skin during a grind, 'cept maybe when I showed the video to him." Neon enjoyed seeing the boy's face as he realized she'd gone through with it. Of course she didn't let him see the good parts, but it was so worth it anyway.

Now done fantasizing about her previous exhibitionist rides, of which there were several, Neon gave the rest of the poles some attention, and brought more attention to her butt as she let the rest of the club see it. Now getting bored of just teasing, Neon decided to go for it and really give a show, plus remind the world of who she was.

"Gaze upon my butt and my kyute panties!"

First fidgeting with her belt, Neon removed the smiling buckle and tossed the belt aside. With an expert spin move coming off of a pole, she spun fast enough to blur her appearance long enough to throw off her top and skirt without spoiling what was underneath. As she came close to slowing down, she bent over and struck a pose, waiting for the crowd to see her pandering.

As Neon came to a stop, the entire club roared with approval. The kitty's bright pink tail swayed around happily, bringing together the fact that she was wearing the memetic cat keyhole lingerie; black hugged her bust, but there was a cat head-shaped hole between her breasts, giving a spectacular look at her cleavage as well. The now full look at her butt brought to light how her ass was marked with a paw print, and the front piece had the facsimile of cat ears. Coupled with all the straps and bows, the outfit consolidated that Neon was the cutest little kitty, and she furthered the image by pawing playfully at the crowd.

"Meow!" Neon sang, loving life. She loved being a cat, she loved wearing cat lingerie, and she loved being a cat wearing cat lingerie in front of people currently throwing money at her. "I love this! So free! So not what Atlas says to do!" Neon could only be more in her element if she had an excess of glow sticks. "Instead, I'll have to deal with just the one… wait, is it two?"



Now exposed in her keyhole lingerie, Neon continued her routine, playfully showing off around the poles, but this time giving a better view. To enhance it even further, she snapped her nunchucks a few times, cycling through colors and effects; landing on sky blue ice, she expertly twirled it around to dazzle and amaze… and to spank her ass with it. Giving herself a thrilling chill directly to her lower spine, Neon enjoyed both a rush of adrenaline, and a lot of extra cheers. Her mostly exposed butt grew redder as she smacked it, earning even more.

"But I'm still not done!"

Still remembering her time skating naked in the middle of an Atlas winter, Neon had one more trick up her nonexistent sleeve. After a grand presentation, she spun once more to blur her form. Using the opportunity, she threw off her cat bra and quickly slowed herself.

The crowd looked directly at Neon Katt's breasts, covered only by her holding her nunchucks over them, a bar apiece denying any looks at her nipples. Her smiling face had the largest grin and the slyest wink, knowing exactly the pleasant frustration she was giving the crowd.

"Kitty titty," Neon said to herself, smugly.

With a final :3, Neon snapped her nunchucks, exposing her breasts completely. Her nipples were covered by two pasties, one a small green circle with a wave pattern forming a heart, and the other a small purple circle adorned with a poorly rendered cat. With that, and plenty of cheers, she kicked back and started rolling backwards until she disappeared behind the curtains.

And thus ended the seventeenth night of Club Wonderland's new line up of dancers.