Pyrrha was really glad timing worked out as it did. As it turned out, the mail Jaune was about to give her right before she had flashed him was an invite for a interview; she and Nora had been offered flight tickets in order to talk about the Vytal Festival. Since Jaune and Ren weren't invited, it meant she would get to dodge the consequences of showing her newly-pierced boobs to her crush until she got back.

Though she was happy to discuss the Vytal Festival and her performance, Pyrrha wondered why her other teammates hadn't been invited. She could assume it was because it was her and Nora who had fought in the doubles, but as it turned out, RWBY had gotten invitations. Even then, Ruby hadn't gotten one; Yang was the other finalist and Weiss was her partner in the doubles, but Blake got invited while team leader Ruby didn't. It was pretty strange, but she could inquire about that later. She could also talk with Yang about what to say regarding their fight, seeing as she didn't think making Yang cum several times mid-fight could be printed.

Being the recluse of Team RWBY, Blake elected to stay behind with a downtrodden Ruby, so it was Pyrrha, Nora, Yang, and Weiss who stepped off a hoverjet onto a beach resort. The magazine conducting the interview had also given the four girls a vacation in exchange for the questions, talks about sponsorships, and a couple photos of the huntresses with their weapons. Pyrrha was excited to speak about her combat prowess, and appearing on something other than an unhealthy cereal box would ease her heart about representing sugar. It'd been awhile since she had be on camera; she was more than used to it, having been the headline for plenty of newspapers, but this would be a global audience for being the strongest huntress in the kingdoms.

After setting their things down and a quick moment to relax, the four girls were driven to the location they'd be interviewed at. A short drive later, they found themselves at the base of operations for a magazine company. A pleasant guide showed them around the studio, but the four were surprised that nothing actually happened; they passed by what looked like a studio, with cameras, green screens, umbrellas, all that sort of stuff, but they didn't even get asked a single question. They were then sent on their way without much direction as to when they'd be interviewed or when they'd get their pictures taken.

The four girls returned to their hotel rooms and spent the rest of the relaxing, enjoying the beach, and trying to come up with an acronym. Between the four, no one could come up with a good team name that included P, Y, N, and W, as none could think of a color that could be made with any combination.

The next day, Pyrrha, Yang, Weiss, and not Nora for some reason were given the instructions to be ready to shoot at noon. After settling Nora down with a face chat with Ren, the three were driven to what appeared to be a studio not far from the hotel. With their gear in tow, including Yang and Pyrrha's extra-skimpy "uniforms," (which Yang had to convince Pyrrha to bring) the girls were brought before a bearded man wearing sunglasses and a tank top; were it not for his surroundings being a professional looking office, he'd look like a tourist.

"Hello, ladies!" the bearded man said, opening his arms in a large welcome. "Welcome to HI's best location! You can call me Hue, and I'll be your director of photographer today. My team's still prepping their stuff, so if you wouldn't mind changing, that'd be great! Then we can head out to the docks to start." He enthusiastically clapped his hands together, his large palms asking a loud, sudden sound.

Pyrrha looked to Yang, who didn't seem to register her. Looking to Weiss, she locked confused eyes with the heiress. The pair glanced down at their clothes, being their main outfits that, sans the final round in Pyrrha's case, had been what they worn the entirety of the tournament. Seeing as Weiss hadn't been given a slutty uniform, that meant this Hue person was referring to something else that they weren't aware of.

After confirming that they weren't fully caught up, Weiss asked, "Excuse me, what do we change into? This is what I fought in the tournament in, so shouldn't that be what we take pictures of?"

Cocking his head to the side just a slight bit, Hue responded with, "Hmm?" After a second of pondering, he concluded, "Ah, no, no. This is for the special edition as celebration for the fighters in the tournament."

"…"

"…Shouldn't that mean we celebrate the tournament?" Weiss asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adjusting his sunglasses, Hue revealed his mismatched eyes, one a vibrant green, one a quiet blue. "No, no, we're celebrating the fighters themselves. My mistake for the wording. You lovely ladies are more than a sword, a spear, and some gauntlets, correct? You're proud, influential, beautiful women that just-so-happen to kick some serious ass to serve the people!" Again, he spread his arms, this time adding a slight bow. "Behind the blades, you're all individuals, not just another one of those Atlas robots, right? We want to highlight YOU, Weiss Schnee!"

Slightly taken aback, Weiss looked at Yang. The blonde shrugged, following just as much as her. Pyrrha was also lost.

Seeing that he needed to explain himself a bit more, Hue pondered for a moment. Putting a finger to his chin, he took a second before snapping. Deciding that the best way to inform the girls what he meant was to say, "Are you Weiss Schnee, or are you Jacques Schnee's daughter, the one that went to Beacon?" he presented his case.

Catching on, Weiss stood up straighter and declared, "I am more than my father's daughter!" Indignant, she glared at the bearded man before her.

"Not to the world," Hue replied, sensing Weiss' hostility. "To the media, you're just a Schnee." Turning to Pyrrha, he said, "You're just the redheaded champion." Moving to Yang, he motioned to her hands, "You're the blonde girl that punches." Addressing all of them, he finished with, "We want to highlight what makes you you, not just paint you as a soldier."

Now seeing Hue's point a little more, Weiss cooled down and looked at the now downtrodden Pyrrha and Yang. He was right; for all intents and purposes, she was a Schnee, Pyrrha was a champion, and Yang got second. Everyone that watched the tournament only knew them in the context of warriors and knew nothing of them personally.

Realizing that this still didn't make too much sense, Weiss asked, "But the reason we wore these clothes is because that's who we are, isn't it? It wasn't until the final round that these two were given standardized…" Weiss trailed off, glancing at Yang's pack, "…uniforms."

Yang chimed in, saying, "Yeah! The reason I wear this is so people know I can still kick ass while looking hot as hell!" Motioning to her pronounced chest and then moving towards her butt, she continued with, "I only wore that uniform because the guys upstairs wanted fanservice cuz of the Grimm. What's more me than that?"

Blinking a few times, Hue looked at something on his phone. Raising his head to address the girls, he matter-of-factly said, "Yeah, but this is the swimsuit edition. Hunters Illustrated has one for every tournament." Seeing the trio caught completely unaware, he checked his phone again. "You DID read the invitation, right?" Tapping on a picture and zooming in, he read, "Photo op, interview, resort, special swimsuit edition… Yeah, it's in the email. That's also why we didn't invite RWBY's team leader and your hyperactive friend; you have to be over 18, and we couldn't verify… Nora? Nora's age. Your sister is… what, I think it was two years younger than you, Yang?"

Almost like she wasn't there, Yang said, "Yes… Ruby's 16." She was too busy reminiscing about her experience with the magazine in question; when she first started having sexual urges, she came across one of her male friend's copies of the swimsuit edition of Hunters Illustrated. Though, "swimsuit," was a bit of an exaggeration, the easily accessible softcore images of the sexiest huntresses in the world were the perfect starter for horny young men and a certain as-of-then-unsure bisexual to read under covers. Seeing the peak of the female form wearing a bikini two sizes too small was what made the budding blonde realize she wasn't fully straight, and unknowingly influenced her growing up; as Yang developed into a seasoned fighter and a full-figured woman, her style was based on wanting to be like the sexy-but-deadly huntresses in the magazine. Without even realizing it, Yang would be completing a cycle, and she felt a very strange, very warm feeling at the thought of continuing the path of being a symbol of sex and power; considering the world probably knew that she'd cum in her fight against Pyrrha by this point, she was already associated with lust, and now she'd be a pinup.

Weiss, on the other hand, was less enthusiastic. "You want us to be pieces of meat? How dare you!"

Raising his hands in protest, Hue shook away Weiss' anger. "Well, for one, you signed on for this. We had waivers and everything, so you can't blame me for you not reading." Weiss immediately shrunk at the mention of her failure to properly analyze the invitation. "Second, while I can understand that you may view us as nothing but smut peddlers, this is one of the most important things we do here at HI."

Weiss raised her voice as if to protest, but said nothing. Processing the words, she looked to Pyrrha and Yang, who were also mulling it over. Yang was still swooning over her former fantasies, but she was also trembling from either excitement or embarrassment, though likely a mix of both.

It was Pyrrha's reaction that surprised Weiss the most; while Weiss would expect the proud warrior to not care for being used for sexual reasons, the redhead had little to no change of expression. In fact, she was smiling, and actually seemed up for the idea. That was the second time she'd acted out of character; Weiss was one of the few that got the candid explanation of how the pride of Beacon won her fight with Yang by making her climax using magnetism. The heiress couldn't believe that Pyrrha, the soft spoken, non sexual, definition of huntress Pyrrha, had used such… uncouth methods to win.

Unsure of herself, Weiss looked to her redheaded friend and asked, "What do you think of this, Pyrrha?" She wanted her to decry the blatant offense that was Hue selling their bodies for men to gawk at. "Surely, you can't approve of this?"

Pyrrha pondered for just a moment, then said, "Of course I approve of this." Weiss' eyes widened in shock at the words. Realizing that she was only fine with what was about to happen because of very recent events, the woman, not the warrior, side of Pyrrha explained, "It's our duty as huntresses. There's nothing more important than that."

Completely lost as to what Pyrrha meant, Weiss just stared. Even Yang was confused as to what she was talking about. Both girls wondered what was up with their friend to make her appear so out of character.

"The duty of a huntress is to ensure the safety of the people. While fighting the Grimm is part of that duty, the best way to ensure peace would be to prevent as many attacks as possible." Pyrrha was suddenly aware of what she was saying; even she felt out of character, as she knew she was shy and awkward when it came to regular, non bikini photos. But still, she remembered the warmth she had felt when it came into her head that she was attractive. "The reason we wore those uniforms for the final battle was to ensure that the people watching would be as pleased as possible. Those positive emotions ward off the Grimm, and with so many people, imagine the lives we saved."

Pyrrha wanted to stop. She wanted to turn back and go back to the hotel. She didn't want to be objectified in that sort of way. But, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't manage to stop; the past few weeks of self discovery were so invigorating that she had to chase the high. Now aware of her sexual appeal, and now that her nipples were pierced, the warrior in Pyrrha was becoming more and more of a woman; she wanted to be sexy, she wanted to be attractive to men, and she wanted the sort of confidence girls like Yang had.

Hue strutted his way up to Pyrrha and bowed. "You understand! I mean what I say; the swimsuit edition is our best selling issue, and I can assure you it creates plenty of positive emotions. We here at HI consider it a civic duty to please the people, and introducing the world to our best, brightest, and…" Hue's multicolored eyes drifted to Yang's cleavage. "…bustiest is our way of making the world safer."

It was then Pyrrha, Weiss, and Yang knew they lived in a sexist world. In an existence where the happiness of the populace saved lives, people found the best ways to make the population happy. The easiest and most surefire way to protect the world was to highlight the fairer sex in all of its soft, smooth, luscious glory.

"I-I'm still not sure I want to be used like some…" Weiss sputtered, trying to find reason in her exploitation. "Like some cam girl!"

Hue looked at Weiss and her shaking posture. The world seen her a million times in magazines thanks to her status as heiress, songstress, and a snowy beauty. As a photographer, he could understand a lot about Weiss from those photos compared to what he was seeing right now; in the family portraits, the star spotlights, and the fashion exposés, Weiss was stiff, proper, and rehearsed. That wasn't her, but rather, what she was told to be. The heiress was a puppet to raise her father's image, and she had been exploited by him in much the way she thought she was being exploited now, only with a different result.

"Weiss, do you want to be part of a photo shoot where you can be yourself? Where you don't have to pretend to like everyone in the room? Where you don't have to be afraid of misrepresenting your family? This is you, as you. As Weiss! As the sexy snowflake who can tear through monsters while still looking gorgeous! As the one experienced enough, strong enough, confident enough to say to the world, 'I am here!' like a people's hero! YOU'RE the one that made it to the finals, with YOUR team, on YOUR own merits! You deserve to have the world see you and worship you!"

Completely stricken by the overwhelming flattery, Weiss looked to the ground, blushing profusely. "O-okay…. I'll do it. For the people." In secret, while she was aware that everything Hue was saying was flattery, she wanted it. He'd hit the exact notes to make her think; Weiss HAD appeared in magazines before, several times, but she was always always just a doll. Head high, back straight, hands on lap, etc. was what every picture of her was. Hearing that she herself could be the star rather than the image she gave was intoxicating. In addition, her father couldn't stop her from doing it; the porcelain image of the illustrious Schnee heiress would appear in a smutty swimsuit magazine, but it was, "For the people."

"For the people," Pyrrha said, still fighting to make herself walk away. She wanted to live with her new self and have people look at her as a woman rather than as just a soldier. Maybe doing this sort of modeling would actually give her the confidence to talk to Jaune; after Yang made her flash her breasts at him, she basically grabbed her things and hopped on a plane. Being sexy wasn't something she knew, but maybe she could channel her inner Yang and try and strut.

"For the people!" Yang shouted, enthusiastically. Grabbing her teammate, she pulled her and Pyrrha into a group hug. A lifelong thrill-seeker, the blonde had always loved showing off, and now the world would feel her fire. The fact that she orgasmed live on camera kind of took the edge off being presented like meat, but bikinis were nothing new to her.

"For the people!" Hue joined in, smiling at the three girls. "Now that that's settled, why don't you check out… that rack over there," he pointed over to a rack off to the side. "They should be labeled by name, so go ahead and get ready. We can start with some group shots on the docks."

A few minutes and a lot of hesitation later, Pyrrha, Yang, and Weiss stepped out of the changing rooms in their initial outfits. To call them bikinis would be referring to the mini sports bra and short shorts Yang and Pyrrha wore as uniforms; a B cup on a good day, Weiss' breasts hung out of the tiny white cups of the top, and the bustier Pyrrha and Yang were an uncalculated breath away from slipping out of their color coded bikinis. What bits of skin not threatening to fall out were instead pushed up and ready to pour out, the cloth conforming to the area around the nipples and very, very little else. The bottoms were equally small, the two sides connected only via thin string. The front piece covered secrets, but left the rest of the region uncovered, while the back was a minuscule thong, leaving plenty of ass for the cameras to capture. Weiss' butt in particular would hog the spotlight, as she had been left in what amounted to a g-string; while Pyrrha and Yang were far from conservative, from the back, the heiress looked like she had a string around her waist and that was it.

It was easy to say actions were for the people. It was far, far more difficult to be selfless when so, so much would be on display. Even Yang, known for showing off her figure, was trying to cover herself, hunching over with her hands over her breasts and butt. Pyrrha, hoping she'd be spared from embarrassment after her sexual awakening, was as red as her hair and wishing she had proper clothes.

Weiss, however, was exploding internally. For all intents and purposes, her nipples and mound were covered, and that was it; EVERYTHING was on display, and the snow princess, raised to be prim, proper, and conservative, was experiencing an absolute torrent of emotions. Her sense of shame was driving her crazy, her hands trying desperately to hide away her ivory skin. A disembodied voice belonging to her father was calling her a disgrace to the Schnee name. Thousands of eyes stared at her with lewd intentions. That said, the pure filth of her state of undress was, without a doubt, the most sexual feeling she'd ever known. Growing up being told by those around her that her body was for her husband and no one else, she'd always hated any instance that left her without full coverage. Even removing her jacket in good company was considered rare, but now… Now, Weiss Schnee was on display, along with Yang Xiao Long and

Pyrrha Nikos, also experiencing the feeling of exhibitionism.

The three girls, all too aware of the numerous members of the camera crew around them, tried to swallow their embarrassment and look open to the idea of showing off. To start, Hue motioned for all of them to stand at the end of the dock, to which they shyly shuffled towards.

"All right, champions, look alive!" Hue shouted, all too aware of the trio's hesitation. Pleased with their hesitant willingness, he directed them to best capture the vulnerability and sexuality they were giving off. "First off, get close! Pretend you like each other!" he laughed, noticing that Pyrrha, Weiss, and Yang were seeing who they could put between themselves and the camera.

Nervously laughing off her humiliation, Yang grabbed Pyrrha and Weiss by the shoulders and brought them close to her. "F-for the people!" she said through hushed lips. With some direction from the crew, the scantily clad soldiers posed in such a way so as to not reveal the fact that their asses were out. The numerous, extremely high-definition cameras were instead treated to the three closely hugging onto each other, breasts squishing breasts, hips locked to hips, and bikinis threatening to expose everything.

After several group shots, Hue changed the scene up by making Weiss rest on one leg and pose in front of her bustier companions. Managing to fit her microbikini and her g-string into one shot, the cameraman captured the Schnee Heiress' nearly naked body as her breath drastically increased in pace; her cheeks long crimson, her stomach began rapidly inflating and deflating as her body reacted to being presented as such.

Trying to divvy her mind, Weiss stroked her ponytail for the hundredth time. Outwardly, she looked about ready to burst, and it wasn't much difference internally; Weiss' cognitive dissonance was a fierce, eye-opening battle between her proper, stifled upbringing and her absolute bliss at showing off. "What I'm doing is so… wrong!" That was exactly why Weiss loved it; Hue's statement about her being a tool of her father had hit hard, and being in a photo shoot that was so anti her father was exhilarating. "This is me! Pure, gorgeous, exhibitionist me!" Weiss would gladly remove her barely-there bikini if asked nicely enough, as it'd be the ultimate slight against her father, as it'd mean his princess was just a slut.

As it turned out, Weiss' fantasy was exactly what was about to happen. Hue's next instruction was for the girls to face the ocean, away from the camera, and remove their tops. Squeezing in between Pyrrha and Yang, Weiss hid her breasts from the camera as she pulled off her bikini top; too caught up in her own lust to care about modesty, the heiress bared her chest for her two friends.

Yang, who was still in a haze from living out a cyclical fantasy, realized that Pyrrha had forced her to become an exhibitionist. Initially, she was beyond furious at the redhead for vibrating her piercings in their fight, causing her to cum in front of literally the world; after she dwelled on it, she considered the thrill it had caused her, and how the struggle not to scream out her climax made it feel so much better. She had been recorded finishing several times on the highest grade cameras money could buy, in the sluttiest outfit one could conceivably call a sports outfit, in front of millions of people watching live. She had loved it.

Yang, after taking a moment to be gay and stare at Weiss' tiny, perky boobs, shied away from the camera and removed her top. Feeling her legs grow weak, she shivered as a wind chill ran through her nipple piercings. Holding her top up to let the wind blow it around, she turned to wink and blow a kiss to the cameras.

With both Weiss and Yang in position, Pyrrha had no choice but to follow suit. Letting the rush of being a woman known for her body take her over, she turned away and released her breasts to the air. Immediately turning another shade redder, she saw Weiss notice her new piercings with a gasp. Yang, Henna, and Jaune had been the only people to know about her new jewelry and for Weiss of all people discover that causes Pyrrha to shake. Next to two other topless girls, she knew that she would be looked at with lust once people got their hands on the magazine. She, Weiss, and Yang would be symbols– one side would be them as the champion huntresses and the other as sex. She'd be the one to turn boys to men, to be hidden away under beds, and to be looked upon as an image of someone worth lusting over.

Hue got a lot of pictures of far, far more confident women without their tops on. Each reveling in their own brand of exhibitionism, Pyrrha, Yang, and Weiss stared at the glistening ocean, their breasts out and their bodies trembling with excitement, pleasure, and hesitation. The cameras were filled with images of the three huntress butts in tiny thongs, each clearly denying the viewer the look at their bare chests. With several images of the girls looking back with sly smiles, it was clear that they knew they were nothing but sick, beautiful teases saying a powerful, "No."

After a substantial amount of shots aimed up from the ground, Hue directed, "All right, now we can start on the solo shoots! Girls, you're clothes should be in wardrobe, and there's robes for you so you can walk around. Yang, you'll need to see the studio, it'll be a minute."

Just like that, the girls were back to being embarrassed. Remembering their state of dress, they all realized that there were several people behind them with cameras. Weiss was forced to bend over in order to retrieve her bikini top, meaning the magazine could come out with pictures of her g-string in full frame. Yang tried to cover her substantial breasts with an arm as she looked to where her top had drifted to, meeting limited success and several shutters. Pyrrha had the presence of mind to cover her herself, but her outfit meant plenty of shots of her exposed body were taken.

The exhibition continued as the girls donned their new outfits and went their separate ways. Pyrrha was the first to brave coming outside of her changing room, though her arms were drawn tightly over her chest, holding her robe tautly over her clothes.

Hue sent Pyrrha out with some of his crew, and she sheepishly followed them to the nearby beach. White sand matched white foam as the waves crashed along the edge of the ocean, and then scenic sun further gave the idea of a true paradise. The notion of perfection was further expounded upon as Pyrrha was requested to remove her robe.

"Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh…" Pyrrha tried to think of anything aside from what was happening, but she was still maxed out when she considered her outfit and her new obsession with being sexual. "H-here's your champion, everyone!" she sang, trying to make her wanting body respond to her hesitant mind. With much effort and with a turned back, Pyrrha tied to summon up courage by sliding off her robe in the way the women in movies did, by letting it run down her shoulders and back. Smiling at the camera crew's positive reaction, Pyrrha remembered an important detail about her new clothes, and that was it didn't cover her breasts; though it was by loose definition a bikini, she was wearing (thankfully) conservative crimson bikini bottoms with a long stretch of excess fabric that terminated in a choker around her neck. There was no top piece, meaning the only thing covering Pyrrha Nikos' chest was an over-designed piece of cloth nestled between her pierced breasts. And this was her main shoot outfit.

Pyrrha was torn between elated and electric; throwing her hands over her breasts with a painfully sensitive sting, she turned to halfheartedly model for the camera crew, who looked like nothing was wrong. Ignoring her exposure, they directed Pyrrha to kneel down into the sand right along the water's edge, letting her keep her modesty with her hands. Putting on a brave face, the exposed champion soon turned it into a sultry face; though she'd never admit it, she'd been putting practice time into her facial expressions, making them as aroused, sexual, and wanting as possible. Her introduction into being attractive had let her experience the high of being looked at, and the idea that the world would be aroused by her image let Pyrrha transform from a meek girl into a camera-loving siren.

Gradually, Pyrrha grew more daring as the cameras flashed and the shutters clicked; before covering her nipples with her entire palms, the love she was receiving from the photos eased the redhead's rapidly beating heart and let her cover drift to fingers. First all five, then four, then three, then just two small, dainty little digits were all that lay between Pyrrha Nikos's pierced nipples and the entire world. Her faces sang her praises and let all of her adoring fans that the strongest fighter in Beacon was allowing them to watch her like this; pouty lips and tripping eyes gazed at the camera lens and said, "I want you," to every last person that stared at the beauty of Pyrrha Nikos.

Feeling feelings she'd never known before, Pyrrha felt it natural to sink to the ground. The rational part of her ensuring her breasts were still as adequately covered as possible, she descended until her breasts were in the sand and her arms were free to act. Now playfully laying in the sand, the topless Pyrrha beckoned towards the cameras, asking if they wanted to come play with her in the water. The freezing ocean sent a powerful chill to Pyrrha's nipples as it pushed closer, the icy power increased by the metal in her piercings. It only made the champion warmer as she kicked her luscious legs around like there was no care to be had in the world.

As Pyrrha continued making the cameras love her, Weiss was trying to rationalize staying alive; stepping out of her changing room, she was brought to an isolated pool location and made to remove her robe.

Weiss' outfit, though technically covering more skin than Pyrrha's, was far more suited to the snow-skinned ice princess in that it was pure white; so white, in fact, that her paper thin crop top hid practically nothing behind the thin veil. Were it not for her perfectly alabaster skin, Weiss' entire chest would be readily available for all to see. Her bikini bottoms actually served a purpose, actually covering her butt this time, though the blue and white stripes left little to the imagination in terms of the curves her hips held.

Her face sharing its color with Pyrrha's hair, Weiss was instructed to lay back on a pool chair, a long frame made a recliner by way of several parallel rubber straps that'd allow water to pass through had Weiss been wet. Instead the heiress was allowed to lay back, saving her from the likely alternative of her passing out were she to stand. Instead of hitting the concrete, Weiss remembered her photoshoot training and smiled; at first, it was that fake smile, the one that was just an emotionless mask that said she was there, but as the cameras at up her body, the mask cracked. The heiress felt the urge to break her restraints and allowed her body to sway towards the inclination, striking a pose on her side and brushing a bad through her hair. Starting to forget about her transparent top, Weiss sat up, letting her bare stomach twist so she could get a better frame. Her previous photoshoot knowledge had given her all the training she needed in terms of positioning and angling, and she decided that the greatest way to make her life her own would be to prove her own self was not an object owned by her father. Her body shifted, allowing the cameras to capture the perfect angles of her hips, of her breasts, of her butt.

Weiss felt the weight of her legacy fall away as she bared more of herself. Standing as her own person, her decision to parade her ivory skin around was the antithesis to her sticker upbringing; her flaunt spat in the face of the chaste and restrained, and allowed her to taste sexual freedom for the first time. Without provocation, Weiss got up from her seat and sidled to the edge of the pool with the grace of a snowflake. Striking a confident pose before lowering herself, Weiss felt the comforting lukewarmth of the water spread up her shapely legs as she dipped them into the pool, the temperature the perfect thing to cool her beating heart.

Forgetting any notion of modesty, Weiss arched her back. Stretching out her exposed stomach and showing every detail above her waist; her lithe frame let surface her hip bones, taunt around her sides, along with her toned stomach. The bare skin stretched up to her chest, where her ghostly crop top raised to the point where the heiress' nipples were just barely covered by the fabric, the underside of her breasts peeking due to her bridge.

Unlike Pyrrha, Weiss' face wasn't so much sultry as it was bliss. The lightness her normally stern features carried was a joy unknown to the likes of a woman restrained by her past. The ease of the silver woman was enough to make her porcelain skin seem to shine in the afternoon breeze, catching the heavy sun as it landed upon every inch of her weightless body. The light smiled against her features in a way that made her status as a warrior of the people seem deific in nature; the goddess returned to being approachable as she left her realm with a blissful moan and a stroke through the peaceful winter that was her ponytail.

Compelled by the natural feeling of doing so, Weiss danced into the pool, feeling the fingers of the water wrap around her body as she stood waist deep. Aware of the cameras capturing her swaying image, the silver haired woman allowed them to gaze upon her majesty as she decided to take the plunge, both physically and metaphorically; her hair drifted listlessly as she descended below the surface and fell to the urge to bare herself.

Feeling like the water was her place on earth, Weiss swirled around, the lightness in her body flowing as her hair come undone from her off-center ponytail. The frozen locks separated and turned to a gentle snowfall as the storm herself drew close to the water's edge.

With every breath locked inside her body, Weiss reached her arms out of the pool and grabbed onto the edges. Pulling herself up into the warm breeze, she held her torso up with flawless pride, stretching out her body as she looked longingly at the photographers aiming at her. Her time as a siren beneath the water had turned her thin top to a worthless sheet of cloth; her soft skin pushed out against the transparent cloth, her breasts clear as day against the saturated white. Weiss Schnee's crystal blue eyes gazed into each and every lens as she presented her breasts with nothing but a sheer shirt to hide them away. Every detail of the curve of her delicate breasts to the size and color of her soft pink nipples was clearly visible, and the heiress paid the flash no mind.

Too wrapped up in her freedoms and highs, Weiss allowed the cameras to record her as she posed, effectively topless.

Her friends enjoying the release that came with their shoots, Yang was the last to be put before a camera. The reason for this is that her outfit hadn't been completed, by which it meant that it hadn't even been started. Yang was directed to strip down to nothing, stand stock still (or as still as a completely naked woman could in front of several people), and wait as her skin was painted; Yang felt every single last eye of those around her gaze at her flawless nude body while a handful of attendants stroked her skin with brushes, painting her outfit directly onto her skin.

With her face crimson and her heart ready to beat out of her chest, Yang was directed back to the docks she had been on previously, only with even less clothes on this time. In fact, Yang was completely, 100% naked as she was instructed to begin posing; every inch of skin was completely visible, from her mound, to her nipples, to each of her piercings, and the only possible barrier one could conceivably see was a thin layer of white paint, drawn across her skin to make it look as if she was wearing a mesh swimsuit. Even had it actually been real cloth, it was merely string looped in on itself forming several hundred diamond patterns, and the skin beneath would be clearly visible. Yang had only even worn stockings remotely resembling that pattern, but now her entire body was completely visible, and she'd be the main presentation in a worldwide magazine.

Yang was on fire. Even though the paint was a comfort in that it existed, there were maybe a dozen people around her with cameras that could see literally every secret she had. She was completely bare, and completely out in the open. Even with her recent love of public exhibitionism, the blonde wasn't sure if she never wanted to be seen again, or have literally the eyes of the entire world on her.

Having already signed up for her own humiliation/unparalleled thrill, Yang had no choice but to present. Her entire body trembling from both excitement and embarrassment, she tried to consume her self-conscious side and command her body to control itself. Her breath was hard to find as the first flash went off, capturing a high definition image of her all-but-bare breasts, piercings lightly glinting in the sun. The feeling of the brushes as the painters colored her skin was as intoxicating as it was humbling; with every new diamond, Yang became less and less confident in her legendary body, as she couldn't fathom the fact that so many people were seeing her at her most vulnerable and not acting. Men were supposed to faint at the notion of Yang Xiao Long naked, and women would either follow in suit or recognize her raw power and sexuality.

It was then that Yang regained her normal confidence. Even as a low-angled camera captured what was essentially a picture of her bare mound with the intent to show it to the world, Yang adjusted her pose to make herself even more powerful. Pyrrha may be (unfairly?) the true champion of the Vytal Festival, but Yang Xiao Long was sex, thrill, and a goddamn woman. Her outfit/lack thereof was what set her apart, as she'd be the main focus of the magazine. She was the true symbol of a huntress; she was the one that was simultaneously the woman that could destroy any obstacle that came her way, and the one that could do so while making every man in the area want her in every carnal way imaginable.

Yang Xiao Long made sure the cameras knew that she had the mark of a true huntress, and that not even having nothing between her and the elements would make her at all weak. Yang Xiao Long took the roaring engine her lascivious body had become and turned it into raw energy, sexual and powerful. Yang Xiao Long bared her body to the world in order to tell them that she was the peak.

Yang was a second away from climaxing in front of the cameras once again as they finished capturing her bare breasts and mound. Her embarrassment came again when she calmed down from the love of the shot and remembered she was a hot naked girl with several clearly pleased male and female photographers. Her humiliation returned full force as she met up with the similarly underdressed Weiss and Pyrrha, who just managed to turn themselves into confident models as well.

Pyrrha, Weiss, and Yang became aware of each other's outfits, and each realized what they had just done. Pyrrha's breastless bikini required her to cover her exposed chest at all times, Weiss' crop top was still see-through and soaked as she shied away into her own body, and Yang couldn't have been trying harder to cover her lightly painted body. Once the magazine came out, the entire world would intimately know the three girls' bodies, and they would pave the way for a new generation of huntresses ready to please the world, and the generation of huntsmen who no doubt would spend copious amounts of time with said magazine behind closed doors.

Pyrrha, Weiss, and Yang became incredibly aware that they would become the sex symbols of a new generation, and that every single man at Beacon no doubt saw their pinups. Rather than fade back into the shy women that they should have been, the girls realized that it truly was the duty of a huntress to bare herself to the world. All for the safety of the people.

Knowing that their bodies made the world a safer place and knowing that they should only take pride in their defense, the prides of Beacon decided to share the peace with those close to them.

Jaune received several images of a playful Pyrrha rolling around topless in the sand, beckoning him to join her.

Neptune received a set of photos of idyllic Weiss as her top clung to her breasts, exposing everything worth seeing.

Blake received the candid photos of Yang that wouldn't make the cut of the final magazine, as there was no way to see them as anything other than X-rated.

And the world was safer for it.