The club was full. Due to the overwhelming adoration and praise the previous two main shows received, in addition to the rapid escalation with only two performances, word had reached throughout the city of Vale about Club Wonderland's new line up. In just three days, clientele not only increased, but became heavily diversified. What was once naught but horny businessmen and overconfident students was now filled with rich, poor, human, Faunus, male, female, all sorts of people that had only just begun to grace the crowded room. It took several grunts and blares from the intercom to lower the voices of the audience.

"Queen here again, and with more teases regarding your relative insight to my decorated history. Coming from experience, I find that things tend to turn out pretty great when you take new opportunities. Not just for me, mind you, but my new favorite people also took a chance in coming here and signing up, and judging from my ever-increasing drink orders, everyone's endeavors were well rewarded," said the voice in a tone befitting a sleazy, cheap business owner. "Now I don't feel like wasting everybody's time, so why don't we get those lights?"

On cue, the room was turned into a black void, swallowing any and all lights into darkness. The larger amount of people in attendance caused a low rumble of noise in between anticipatory coughs and cheers.

"I also happened to notice that we have a larger female population than normal here tonight. And by normal, I mean there's a female population here tonight, which in itself is a rarity. For those of you wondering, drinks are 50% off for ladies and 100% if you're pretty and willing to go 100% off for us. Ask the creepy looking guy with the shades in the back if you're interested in a job offer. He's great, I assure you. But anyway, rather than cause half of you to leave due to poorly thought out cat puns, join me in greeting my favorite little pussy. I can make that one because I know you'll never get the opportunity to do so and it's too damn good to pass up."

Blake Belladonna reeled at the joke. It's not like it was the first time she had heard it, but the layers of being a cat and having a lady's set of sex organs were overshadowed by Queen's unknown hit on her tendency to run from her problems. But now she wasn't running. In fact, she would soon be presenting.

"Hello, hello. Tired of cat calls on the— I apologize, it took me a second. I promise I treat everyone equally, albeit poorly overall. But I promise if you work here you'll go a bit higher on the list of people I give a damn about."

Queen seemed eager to accept Blake as an employee, to which he credited her shapely figure in the outfit she was wearing. His lecherous tone was countered by his apathetic face and quiet red eyes, but the setting ensured Blake accepted his words as a compliment and an acceptance and not a feeble attempt at a pickup line.

"I'll let you know that I've seen many a cat Faunus up on that stage. They tend to do well if you're willing to fall into the old way of thinking. Men go crazy at the idea of a pet, but how you do is how you do."

Blake glared at the man in the scruffy suit. He raised his hands and shook his head before pointing out the paperwork.

"I've been meaning to ask... Is the whole 'heat' thing real? I've heard so many conflicting sources."

The center stage lit up in bright purple lights, brought to life with a melodic soundtrack. Before the audience could adjust their gaze from the back of the room, the figure dressed in black that had been revealed was already mounting a slow retreat down the catwalk towards where people had expected the show to start.

"Well then," thought Blake as she felt all eyes gravitate to her prominent rear. "Let's begin."

The world drew to her as she sashayed away in a casual but erotic walk. A long, slinky black dress hugged her rear as her hips moved from side to side with every step. Thin tights accentuated her legs, drawing the best from both of them as she clicked down the walkway in her heels. The dress lacked a back, but rather than a peachy color, her otherwise-exposed skin was mostly covered in white, save for a black string tied tight keeping the dress up, along with lengthy black hair set with perky cat ears that covered the rest. Around her left arm was a long black ribbon, wound multiple times up and down her wrist, to her shoulder and back again, covering her arm in a soft and lacy web. In addition, around her neck was a deep purple choker, with a soft jingling sound that accompanied her every step alerting the audience that the front of the accessory had a bell, not unlike a cat's collar. As she stepped out of the center stage's light, she began moving at an increased pace, her hips shaking even faster as the purple glow fell off her and she disappeared. The song began a steady beat, pulsing in time with the clink of her steps.

"Side to side," Blake thought, intentionally mimicking the motions of cats, swaying the tail she didn't have. "Whatever makes them happy. Whatever makes me feel happy."

After a second of darkness, a bright neutral light graced the start of the aptly named catwalk. In the center of the circle's glow was the Faunus woman. While stunning in a dress that fit in all the right ways, something was off; Blake was still, unmoving save a brief flow of her dress and a gentle sway of motion. The strangeness was lost as the next light fell to the stage, the slightest bit lower in shine. In the center of the second light was a second figure, almost identical to the first. The only difference was that this copy's arms were rubbing her neck as though she was getting aroused, the face pointed aimlessly towards the crowd in a simple pleasure. The third light fell, even darker than the previous one, diluting the image of the woman bathed in it. This Blake was slightly turned, showing that she was holding her breasts up in one arm and fondling one in the other, the look of pleasure intensifying. The three figures were soon joined by a forth, then a fifth, each going further and further in their attempts to arouse both onlookers and themselves.

"I bet I'm a dream; a cute little cat that can multiply..."

Blake's mind wandered towards her actions and what she knew of the consequences. Being a terrorist had left her little time for romance, especially with a man like Adam in her life. For the longest time, she had associated love with pain and abuse until she had ran. As always. But still, the feelings of liberation came with... Other feelings... Other "demands."

A line up of six clones reached the halfway point of the walkway, the most recent phantom Faunus now reaching in the sides of her dress, face in silent and still ecstasy. The lights gradually had shifted from a neutral yellow-white to purple as the occupant had gradually shifted from demure to demanding more of what she was doing to herself. The first clone faded away with the light it sat under as a new one was revealed; little more than a silhouette stood, arms arched, holding the strings tying the bow on her back together. The next light fell with the removal of the second light in the row, and the strings were pulled taught, separated in a picturesque still frame, barely in color. Over the course of four more lights and four more clones, she fell into a full silhouette that sensually climbed out of her dress through a series of stills. The last shapely shadow held the sweeping cloth she had stepped out of out to the side, ready to be dropped as the music drained and slowed, the shape of her natural body well defined save for what appeared to be an asymmetric skirt diluting the roundness of her hips in the darkness. The statues slowly faded into a misty darkness as the lights above them dropped, leaving the room in total darkness.

"Calling it 'heat' would be cheap, but accurate." That was the word everyone used. That was the sick joke that plagued every Faunus woman's life. Blake couldn't speak for her entire species, but the unsubstantiated rumors that resulted another word for whore sure felt accurate to her. She felt the reason it was referred to as a period of heat with the burning sensation that plagued and pleasured her with every step and every breath and every pang of desire for release. She had always thought the term was purely based on backwater racist thoughts from idiots who assumed a tail or ears automatically meant sex crazed savage. But that didn't matter to her now. Blake was horny. And rather than pick up random strangers to screw her and perpetuate stereotypes, she would instead get all the looks and lust while maintaining control.

The entire catwalk started flashing in and out of purple, leaving the world constantly flipping between a pitch black void and a violet tinted rave. Silhouettes appeared in time with a quickly climbing tempo, a new statue appearing with every flash of light and with every beat of the upbeat techno now playing. Each was only a black figure cutting through purple lights, but each quickly locked itself into a different pose as they were left behind, highlighting every curve in every way possible without defined color. The shadows quickly tore through the catwalk, leaving a line up of seductive pin ups in the flashing hues. Hips were stopped in mid-gyration, breasts were held in a soft stillness, and legs were frozen in place in a dynamic kick, each unique frame posed in a different risqué method.

"Besides: it's sooo fun and it feels sooo good," noted a heavily aroused Blake, who was currently leaving behind a phantom that captured a still of her lust as it pinched it's nipples along with her. She had turned them just enough to cause a moan to escape from her, overpowered by the noise of the speakers. She fully understood that Adam's... 'Love' towards her and his way of showing it through physical contact had affected her in ways that she now loved for all the wrong reasons. While she'd never miss the strikes from her former master for a second, the small twinges of pain she'd give herself when alone would hasten her heart to insane degrees. The pinches and twists had become forever associated with the idea or concept of love rather than the actual feeling, no matter how hard she didn't want them to be. Gentle pain felt good. Adam did not.

As the line up of figures drew closer to the center of the stage, the ones further back began fading as the lights flashed and the music blared. With a sudden mechanical drop, the entirety of the stage was lit up, giving several looks at the girl's myriad bodies, in addition to the outfit they all were wearing now that the had abandoned their high end dress, with only the tightly wound ribbon on her arm remaining the same. Contrary to her previous strut, Blake was now facing the audience in a direct pose, arms in the air and giving the first unhindered view of her front side; amber eyes shone even brighter than the spotlights, her mysterious and coy look drawing attention to her flawless face. It was fair skinned and smirking in a knowing way, delicately framed by her long raven hair. The bright gold of the bell around her neck glimmered as it chimed with every light movement, ever so slightly shimmering and making the faintest rings that were overpowered by the music. It, along with a jet black corset that climbed up over her shoulders framed the source of the white that had previously interrupted the view of her back: a white, strapless and incredibly low cut bodice held up her ample cleavage. Her bust still bounced several times, catching up with her sudden stop as she fell into her current pose of display. The majority of her toned stomach was exposed, highlighted by being in between the black corset and a black belt. The belt hung over of what, in a severe understatement, could be called shorts. The white matched her bodice, as did the amount that was revealed; the pale skin of her inner thighs and her hips were completely exposed, as the garment creeped up her legs and tightened in only the most interesting places, revealing the rest. With a quick turn to once again face the curtains, she showed off a half skirt patterned with a black-to-purple gradient, asymmetrically favoring one side as it hung down below her waist. With a quick giggle and a flick of her hands, she flipped up the skirt as she began stepping away, revealing the small step above panties once more, the connection only furthered when she showed that they were side-tied in two loose bows. The enamored and giving crowd was treated to a quick glance of her ass, which was round, toned, and overall perfect in the white cloth that was almost painted on, even tighter than the black leggings she had started with. A substantial amount of her rear fell below the coverage of the garment, further revealing her pale skin and attributing to the bombardment of paper bills. The dual clicks of her heels began again as she began gravitating towards a pole to the left of the stage.

"It feels so much better being admired that possessed."

She fell forward, catching the pole with her bare, outstretched arm, and begun gracefully spiraling around in a wondrous spectacle. She started slow, flowing in perfect circles, showing prolonged views of her breasts and legs without showing too much. Gradually, she began spinning faster and faster, her flimsy half skirt rising from the momentum and her chest rippling. After a few quick revolutions, she let go of the pole and flung herself to the one opposite the stage. Her thighs hugged the metal as she began inching up, pulling herself higher and higher. Within a few seconds she had cemented herself in a way that she was but a few inches from the ceiling, giving a clear view beneath the cape around her waist. She lowered her torso, tightly wound legs holding her in place. She held herself upside down, breasts almost spilling out of her corset as she faced the audience with an amorous look of desire. She arched her back as she grabbed the pole with both hands, gracefully lowering herself with a telegraphed flip into a revealing splits, once again showing her astonishing rear. Now righted, she began descending down in a spiraling slide until her lengthy legs touched the ground. She quickly removed both of her stockings and heels with a few deft movements, drawing over her legs, arching her back to give even more clear views of her body.

Blake watched with pride as her luscious legs brought in swathes of paper into the gutter between the stage and the audience. Knowing full well that doing so would reveal her to the crowd, she telegraphed a long swivel, drawing her legs onto each other, giving the patrons of Wonderland a prolonged look at her sex, barely covered by the shortest shorts imaginable. They rode up even further, tightening around her womanhood in the most pleasurable of ways as the audience saw how damp they were getting, in addition to the purr that came from Blake's mouth.

"Take it in: all the Faunus fantasies you want, right in front of you. But you don't get to touch." Blake continued to seethe just below the surface, wanting nothing more than to accept someone, anyone into her that would quell the fire inside her. She half hated herself for falling into the stereotype that Faunus women need sexual satisfaction, but her other half reveled in the fact that she managed to not subject herself to the desires of the first person she saw. "But if anyone reached out and tightened this corset just a little bit... Just enough to squeeze just a little bit... Soon... Someone can do what I need them to."

With a wave of her finger, Blake cued the music to change to a much slower beat as she stood back up from the ground. Her face once again shifted back to the more reserved she had started with as she unwound the ribbon around her arm. It drifted into a flowing wind as she began twirling her arm and jumping around the stage. Hanging like a fairy, the ribbon twirled and spun with the the girl in a perfect choreograph. The girl herself turned from erotic to ephemeral as she drifted across the stage, only to return to alluring when she untied the strings on either side of her shorts; with a ribbon-accentuated spin, they dropped to the floor, revealing lacy underwear that was even skimpier than her previous garment. Intricate and thin white cloth was now the only barrier between the audience and her sex, although the cape still alleviated some of the looks of her now almost fully exposed ass. This, however, was short lived as she stopped in the center of the stage, turned her back to the audience, and slowly began bending over in time with the music. A long, prolonged view of her barely covered rear was only interrupted by the soft sound her black corset made as it slunk to the floor. Her panties and bodice matched in color, intricacy and lack of coverage as she bounced back toward the audience, jiggling incessantly from both top and bottom. With only the bottom of her breasts and her womanhood considered adequately covered by her standards, she dropped to her knees and began slowly crawling toward the audience, ribbon trailing delicately behind her as it followed her hip movements almost as a tail follows a cat. The bell around her collar rung out softly in the near silence as she mewled to the crowd, drawing towards the front center seats with her hips swaying in the air, letting every patron memorize every intricate detail. Stray bills were the only thing interrupting any view of her body as she reached the edge.

"I'm such a naughty kitty, aren't I?" Blake purred as she felt the hard ground knock against her knees as she stalked her way to a better viewpoint. "Screw representing my race. The looks are worth it." She couldn't help but let out a few stray meows, watching with delight as the crowd ate her act up.

Blake drew close to an over enthusiastic blonde and their red haired companion. She drew the trailing ribbon to her hand and gave it to the blonde. She turned, lowered her arms behind her as she raised herself to her knees, giving the world as view of her ass under her half skirt. She faced the pair and whispered something with longing in her eyes. It was clear from the reaction that something along the lines of, "Tie them tight," was said as the blonde began wrapping the ribbon around her arms. The girl on stage purred loudly as the blonde tightened her wrists together in a haphazard lattice, black lace stretching up her arms in a silken, jagged pattern. Maneuvering her bound hands to the long end of her only remaining accessory, she tore off her half skirt, giving a completely unobstructed view of her glorious rear.

"It's just like the books now," purred Blake as she remembered all the erotic books she had read. The thought of the innocent girl, tied up and bound right before she loses herself to the touch of her gentle captor crossed her mind as she felt everyone stare at her ass. "I've read all the books. Heh, I've written some of them. But to be part of one..." The idea of someone taking her, tied up, and pushing her to a bed like in her novels made her burn more. If someone could help her release the longing she felt... If someone could caress her, taking in every detail of her bound curves... If someone could lightly tighten her bonds, gently bite her neck, subtly pull her hair if she could say stop whenever she wanted, if she wanted...

Covered only in cloth that one could hold in a single hand, Blake returned to a standing position, shifting her tied up arms from side to side, ensuring each member of the audience got an extended look at her behind as it bounced from side to side while she walked back to a quickly rising beat. Suddenly, she turned back toward the audience before just as suddenly jumping back; another clone was left where she was standing, and proceeded to bend down, holding a wink to the audience as it allowed the crowd to stare directly at her massive cleavage from an optimal angle, arms and rear in the air. With another sudden jump, a new clone was left to fall to the ground and pose. Several more erotic stills were left as the original made her way to a new pole. Hooking one leg around the metal shaft, she spun once more, slowly and methodically revealing herself from every viewpoint. With a quick kick, she hopped off and left a clone to twirl in her place. She continued this trend as she flitted around the stage, leaving several phantoms left in calculated positions and poses before the lights dropped once more, along with the music.

"I want someone to be my Ninja of Love," Blake considered before recoiling slightly. "Wow, there is nothing attractive sounding about that... I want someone would can love me and hurt me and care for me."

When the lights returned, Blake stood proudly in the center of the stage, confidently smirking as she unwound the ribbon on her arms with one swift motion, grabbing the ends of the bow at her wrists with hastened breaths. As it fell off of her, she once again twirled it through the air several times before defiantly turning her back on the crowd, rear in prominence. Still directing the thick black ribbon with one arm, she grabbed ends of the strings holding her bodice and yanked. The lights fell yet again, the mechanical sound drowned out by disappointed gasps.

"Tighter."

Seconds passed, then minutes. The melancholic cheers of the crowd overpowered the ambient music, reverential but somewhat somber. The audience was soon stopped by the beat, which restarted with a bombastic tone that instantly silenced the crowd.

"Tighter."

The dark purple lights began again, starting from the end of the catwalk once more. Every few seconds, a new light dropped, revealing a black silhouette displaying some part of the body it belonged to. Within a minute, the stage was littered with shadows of the cat eared girl, the ones in the back quickly fading as the lights fell yet again.

"Tight enough for them to see."

With a burst of bright white light, the girl appeared in full color, arms triumphantly held over her head in a displaying cheer. Her collar still jingled as she stepped forward, but the pale white of her bra had been replaced with the ribbon; the black strings had been tightly wound multiple times over her breasts and tied in a bow. The lacy ribbons covered her nipples, but revealed copious amounts of her pale skin, indentations of pillowy softness pushing out from the black web. Skin peeked out and rippled as she drew towards the crowd, both the top and the underside of her breasts jiggling unhindered by cloth. Her white panties had darkened with a slight dampness that had originally started when her arms were bound. Her thighs glistened as they folded over each other in their strut, softly stepping forward to the beat of the music. The look on her face had gone from demure, to complacent, to a now fully blown eroticism as her uneven breaths hastened in her heated state. As she drew close to the front of the stage, she once again jumped back, leaving a pleasure hungry phantom to bow and please as she herself turned. With a spring in her step and a bounce accompanying her rear, she began a long, drawn out and enticing walk back down the catwalk, swaying her hips from side to side. The music faded as the lights faded, the final shots of her ass fading with both, accompanied by a mass of cheers and bills.

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