Patrons cluttered around each other, attempting to fill the insufficiently spaced seats of Wonderland. While the chairs had returned to their pre-inflated numbers, the establishment was at the intended top capacity, and it showed in the mass of dragging legs and scraping metal. The mint haired beauty was well received, but most had left feeling unfulfilled, not knowing of the true extent of her grand show, leaving slightly lower numbers than had followed the girl with her armor. The speakers blared, as they always did when something good was about to happen.

"We got everything tonight. In what is quite possibly my most advantageous acquisition to date, I found a certain someone who basically serves as the catch all for one suited to my employment," Queen started, emphasizing every other word with false enthusiasm. "She's all you want and all you need, so let's cut to the fun part." He snapped and cut out the mike, the lights following shortly after.

"I could say something about ice cream, but I notice that some of you were here for when I made that cat joke forever ago, so I'll spare you. Seriously, though, one wonders where the kids these days style their hair..."

Neo ran her hand through her miraculously colored hair, twirling a chocolatey brown lock around her finger before flicking flecks of pink and white out of her face. She brushed her multicolored bangs back, only to have them fall back into place, glowing yellow. She grinned a devious grin as she switched her hair again to the sound of shattering glass.

"Tiny. I like that. I also like that you have a formal resume already prepped, but such a rare occurrence makes me think something's up. Meh, you don't strike me as one so inclined to steal as the last one. Mind if I ask a few follow ups?"

Neo had nodded her head, smiling pleasantly.

"Quiet, aren't you? I like that, too; less arguing. Anyway, is there any particular reason you chose me over any other fine establishment? I've had a recent influx of profitable employees and I'm beginning to wonder what draws them. Aside from my overwhelming charm, naturally..."

Neo had shrugged, raised her hands up, and rolled her eyes, all in a slightly overdramatic fashion. Queen had looked at her, expression unchanging for a few seconds before nodding. He swiveled around in his chair and started going through files in a drawer before speaking up again.

"Your lovely paperwork— thanks, genuinely, saves me time— has you filled out that you have a... Unique talent beneficial to me, yet you didn't specify what. I hate to pry, but for a multitude of messy legal reasons I need to be oh that'd be it. I see."

Queen had swapped gears halfway through his sentence as he turned back to face himself, grinning ear to ear. He looked himself in his duplicated eye, then clapped his hands together with a rarely seen glint in his actual eye.

"...You got my good side. Happy to have you."

The most diminutive shadow the audience could legally appreciate came into view as a mass of pink spotlights came down at the end of the catwalk. Swinging a long object around, the shadow began walking towards the stage, glittering a rosy glow as the faint sounds of breaking glass were heard, barely audible over the din of the speakers and the crowd. The figure seemed to grow, the silhouette's black form changing dramatically as heel met floor.

"Begin."

Neo clicked down the stage, alternating her steps and unfurling her hair. Being someone of her stature and her abilities, she was more than used to going unnoticed. Now, it was her turn to hold the spotlights, as herself, but with the added benefit of her other talents. Said spotlights turned to mint as she finished her chattering transformation.

Neo unfurled her umbrella, twirling it over her shoulder and interrupting the look at her insufficiently lit figure. The crowd wouldn't have to wait long.

As the adorably small figure closed the gap between the audience, all of them were made lovingly aware of what the term, "Lolita Complex" referred to and how the appearance of the woman before them awakened all manner of hidden desire for such an individual. Now possessing long, silky black hair, Neo twirled playfully, spiraling her excessive twin tails and pirouetting her outfit for all the crowd to see.

Tiny white bows held up Neo's newly donned hairstyle, evoking every image of a perverted sense of schoolgirl innocence that more than delighted the crowd. An intentionally saccharine look of cutesy and childishness was occupying Neo's soft face, but her emerald eyes betrayed her true form of a lusty, adult woman that knew the desires of those that had the privilege of looking at her. She winked, changing her sparkling green eye to blue, then her other to purple, and continued alternating a rainbow spectrum in her gaze as she continued modeling her miniaturized form. Continuing her fetish catering, her neck was graced with a choker, tightly hung around her throat above the incredibly low neckline of a black blouse, revealing a supple portion of her milky white breasts, surprisingly developed for one of her stature. Her ample chest was the only thing detracting from her loli act, however; her arms, while capable of so much more than they would lead one to believe, contrasted immaculately as their lean ivory skin was put against the pure black of her outfit and the darkness of the room, only framed further by ebony armbands. Her smooth stomach was framed in between her low cut crop top and a painfully long, black, billowy skirt that reached above her knees, held up by a thick white belt. Her absolute territory consisted of long white stockings that framed the small amount of her legs not covered by her excessive skirt and a series of straps meant to hold her umbrella. It all terminated in black heels of considerable height, the bottom of which displayed a suspect symbol that brought to mind associations of BDSM, visible only when the girl who only looked innocent kicked her legs back to pose as she moved down the catwalk.

"Perverts," Neo thought, not at all turned off by the fact that her first face brought out the latent eroticism of twin tails and youthful fantasies. "..." Neo remembered that she was free to speak in her mind, even if she refrained from doing so outside of it. "This easy?" she laughed, listening to the cheers of the crowd. She noted that she really was a woman of few words, regardless of coming across as mute to those around her, even in her own thoughts. "I prefer actions," she giggled playfully, positioning her umbrella behind her to frame her petite body as she reached center stage.

After continuing to playfully pose for several minutes, Neo taking great care to show off every part of her outfit, she knelt down and placed her umbrella in her holder. With a final pirouette, she pinched her skirt and curtsied, lightly lifting the hem to show the slightest bit more of her pale thighs. She held the gesture for several seconds. Then she lifted higher. Then she lifted even higher.

"Heehee! Fun." Neo's laughter was childlike.

Neo laughed as she drew her skirt up higher and higher, teasing the audience horrendously to their overwhelming positivity. With every inch of fabric lifted to reveal her legs, more bills, shouts and screams were directed at her. They near exploded as she lifted her skirt higher still, stopping just as she was about to reveal her panties.

"You want it, don't you?" Neo reveled in the attention she was receiving, the noises of lust filling her with joy as her face twisted into a sly grimace matching the levels of want.

Neo lifted her skirt to her stomach with a final tug, letting the entire audience stare at a pair of low waisted, excessively lacy, extremely skimpy pink panties that looked like they'd fall off at any moment with how loose and low hanging they were on her perfect hips. Her entire lower half was framed perfectly by the shadowy lengths of the skirt still hanging behind her, the light colors of her inner thighs and her lingerie being the center of attention as the crowd looked on in awe. The look in the girl's eye conveyed the most innocent looking smile she could manage, as if she were simply walking down the street rather than flashing her panties.

"That's not all..." Neo reaffirmed her love of her Semblance. She dropped the hem of her skirt with a combined cry of displeasure before retrieving her umbrella. "I'M all."

The girl on stage twirled her umbrella towards the audience, spinning it to draw all eyes before she spun around herself, slowly drawing the large parasol over her figure. She obscured herself in her twirl as the audience heard the shattering of glass.

"Not this time, boys," Neo mused, peeking over her cover to see the crowd eying the bar for amber colored targets. "All you have is little old me... Now, who wants a shot?"

Neo finished her twirl, surprising the crowd by appearing completely different. The former Lolita now showed off her youthful body dressed in a nurse outfit, albeit one far from what one would see in a hospital. A small hat with a cross on it covered far shorter black hair, framing a sterner face with matching magenta eyes. While normal medical uniforms were prim and proper, Neo's jacket was unbuttoned over a collared shirt that was far too tight, far too short, and held far more cleavage than a hospital would allow, but nobody in the room cared enough to care about the discrepancies regarding her top. Once again, her stomach was uncovered, now framed by her mostly undone top and an official looking skirt, albeit one with a very suspect length, barely covering her panties as she posed. The audience neglected to notice this, along with the fact that the members of the medical profession were not usually seen wearing stockings that brought a nurse's legs to the longest possible length before disappearing underneath her micro skirt and her umbrella holster.

The far more adult looking Neo twirled her umbrella, closing it and smiling as she pandered to a new fetish to the delight of the crowd while under vibrant purple spotlights. She strutted around the stage, flourishing her body as she moved in rhythmic time with the beat of the speakers.

"I wonder which they like more?" Neo tried to gauge and compare the levels of screams her shown personas had received before once again losing herself to the horny cries, mewling in approval. "Don't care. They like what they see, I like it. If only they knew..."

The decidedly unprofessional nurse reached a pole, hooked her umbrella around it, and twirled. Her light body spiraled around the steel center effortlessly as the audience attempted to gaze up her impossibly low skirt. Their efforts were rewarded as Neo flew off the pole and unbuttoned what covered her sex. Without effort, she back flipped over her hands towards the front of the stage, flipping gracefully with a sustained arch. She followed up several more times, her skirt progressively lowering with each motion. When she returned to a standing position, her glorious rear faced the crowd, the lacy pink panties being replaced with a bright red thong now that her skirt had been flung off into nothingness. Neo turned her head, looking backwards at the crowd. She covered her mouth with her hand, blocking a mock expression of shock at her newfound exposure as she unfurled her umbrella again. The all-but-too-brief gaze at the one woman multiplicity's ass was interrupted by an ire drawing panel of her parasol.

"Front and back done." Neo mentally marked a checkbox in her head. "Breasts?" She paused for a moment before nodding to nobody. "Breasts." Glass shattered once more, the tell now obvious to her impatient onlookers. "Mine?" She smiled as she finished her transformation.

The figure behind the parasol shifted it to her shoulder, revealing the form of a slender girl with long white hair done up in a ponytail.

"Not mine."

Weiss Schnee faced the audience, or at least the image of her did. To the audience's delight, Neo had foregone the process of the heiress' previous recital and stood before the crowd wearing her face and little else.

Weiss' hair sat in the familiar offset ponytail, but her face was twisted into a psychotic joy betraying that it wasn't her. It widened further, brought on by the overjoyed reactions that the crowd had started when they realized that the girl on stage had so much more to give than just herself. An immaculately crafted silver choker rounded Weiss' neck, glittering vibrantly in the now light blue spotlights. Similarly intricate jewelry spiraled down the heiress' stolen body, twisting at various points around her arms and legs, but said metal comprised most of her cover. Her small but ample breasts were held up with a bustier formed with her jewelry, and her breasts themselves were covered by a long ivory bow tied around her chest that hid next to nothing. Around her waist was a white sash that flowed outward in unison with her ponytail. It hung delicately over her matching panties, also hiding little as they were slid dangerously close to the side with a brush of a finger made to look unintentional. Needlessly complicated swathes of leathery silver wound their way down her legs only to enhance her calves until they met simple ballet slippers, complimenting those meant for her umbrella. The slightly off putting smirk occupying Weiss' softened into a look of desire and want, a far cry from the look of disdain that the real Weiss had shown during her routine.

"I love what I do." Neo struggled to find a time where she had been happier. Her stolen face showed an accurate representation of the lust brought on by the idea that she had taken things that didn't belong to her. Even better, she knew she had little reservations regarding what she had stolen. Neo reminded herself that she was standing before a crowd as a scantily clad Weiss Schnee, baring her body, more than likely against her will, just so the thought could turn her on more. "How do you like this little princess?"

As if in direct response to Neo's thoughts, the crowd related their positivity without giving a second thought that her act could have been done without consent. All they saw, and all they needed to see, was Weiss Schnee, up on stage again, but this time far more lascivious if her expression was anything to go by.

"Don't worry, it's hard to feel shy when you aren't you," Neo continued her near sustained giggle. "And I hate quite a few people, so just you wait."

Neo closed her umbrella, placed it in the straps around her leg, and moved forward as Weiss, making no attempts to hide her horny expression nor her exposed areas. To the audience, Weiss wanted sex, and the tiny woman behind her face did as well. The white haired woman groaned as her small breasts lightly heaved with every step towards the crowd, her face growing redder as her hands drifted towards the sheer cloth covering her intimates.

"Ugh, to earlyyy," Neo thought as Weiss' body tweaked her nipple through her bow. "Too many girls left." She reluctantly prevented herself from pleasuring Weiss' mound in front it the crowd and her own to her perspective.

Neo began making use of her slippers, pirouetting Weiss' body around the stage as she attempted to stifle her panting to little effect. The music lightened as she went into a soft ballet, the innocence of proper performance torn away and dramatically improved as the graceful dancer flashed her pale thong and dampening front. The sash followed her hair as she twirled into a pole and spiraled around it, taking extra care to squeeze her breasts around the metal.

With a series of accompanying screams, Neo playfully twirled one end of the bow covering Weiss' breasts around the pole, then at the slowest pace imaginable began backing away from the shaft. She teased out, prominent ass first, positioning herself until she was bent far forward, running her hands and face over the pole with a burning look in her now blue eyes while her thong was displayed proudly to the room. With a final phallic stroke, Neo quickly pulled Weiss' body to a standing pose, her bow becoming transient lace as the pole pulled it off of her, joyous tears glistening with it as they fell from Weiss' face with a barely disguised moan.

Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, stood before the crowd of Wonderland, topless and very clearly steps away from climaxing.

"Gotta slow down gotta slow down gotta slow down..." Neo's mind was struggling for control as the idea of having stripped Weiss got to her. "Still way more to go..." Tears welled in her eyes from pleasure as she tore her hands away from places they shouldn't be.

Now in control, Neo stared at the booming audience, begging with her eyes to have one of them climb up and violate her stolen body, dirtying the name of Weiss Schnee like the slut she was. When no takers presented themselves, she instead began playing with the ivory breasts, taking great care not to excite herself too much. After several minutes of making Weiss a toy for the crowd, she withdrew her umbrella and unfolded it, but not before making Weiss' image lower her panties, granting a very brief view of her glistening sex.

The crowd waited in silent anticipation as they stared at the twirling cloth of the parasol. They screamed when they heard the cracks of breaking windows, hoping in awe for the next body.

"Meow."

The woman on stage was now Blake Belladonna, cat ears wiggling while the bell collar comprising most of her outfit sang out with every slight sway. Aside from the fetishist's choker, Neo had chosen for Blake to wear cute little pigtails in addition to a minuscule bikini; tight black cups covered her nipples and only her nipples as most of her beautiful breasts were gently squished by the cloth, hanging outside of the tiny triangles and showing exactly how soft they were. Bottoms far too small to properly fit around Blake's perfect waist hugged them nonetheless, albeit barely reaching where they needed to. Her thighs showed an immaculate gap as Neo turned to model Blake's rear, her bikini falling significantly short of covering it as her sculpted ass seemed to strain the fabric. Most of the bottom of her butt lusciously hung out of the side tied garment, and it hung far lower than it should, giving an amazing view of the majority of her back. Her hands and feet were unashamedly covered with fuzzy black gloves and boots that disguised her appendages as the paws of a cat, claws clumsily taking the place of her hands as Blake pawed at the audience, mewling like an animal in heat. The neatly arranged straps of Neo's umbrella holder were replaced by a mismatched lattice of tightly wound cloth, hugging Blake's thigh as the material squeezed her body.

Neo's breathing continued to become more and more irregular as she rolled around on stage, making Blake silently paw and beg for whatever the crowd wanted her to be begging for. She toyed with her girlish black pigtails, grooming herself and turning the Faunus' body into something more akin to a pet. She played up every angle of every stereotype, making sure the audience understood that Blake Belladonna was in heat, that Blake Belladonna crawled around like a horny kitten on a daily basis, and that Blake Belladonna begged for every man's "catnip" as she mewled like the dirty animal Neo made her be.

"Not yet. Not yet. Not yet." Neo had thought turning Weiss into a whore was fulfilling. The pit in her stomach only increased as she made Blake into the living incarnation of every Faunus related joke about heat. "I understand why they call it that," she giggled still, feeling the burning sensation take over her body as Blake rolled around on the floor, her golden eyes letting loose tears of bliss. She didn't care that she couldn't control herself. After all, it wasn't her. "She's the one crying. She's the one asking for it. She's the pussy who's begging for her own to be filled." Neo imagined Blake with her face pressed painfully to the floor, her arms tied high up while a phantom occupied her womanhood as it repeatedly thrusted into her, driving her into the ground as she mewled in whorish pleasure. She shuddered.

Neo batted a pole as she crawled around on her hands and knees. She climbed up and straddled it, pointing Blake's ass to the crowd as she wound her way around the metal support, running her paws up and down it with a defined and practiced rhythm, groaning like a satisfied whore all the while. Neo turned away from the crowd and lifted up her top, freeing Blake's silky soft breasts as they fell out to roars from the disappointed crowd. She quickly quieted them, turning back and facing the audience, the tiny bikini hanging from her mouth like a mottled cat's toy, the scraps in her mouth draping over Blake's bare chest with a beautiful black rain. She twitched her ears, more moans of ecstasy escaping past the top occupying her mouth as she pawed her breasts like toys, delicately bopping each one up and down so the crowd could watch in awe as they daintily plopped like the ivory perfection they were.

"You like this little kitty?" Neo thought, purring as she looked down at Blake's bare tits and drooled. She watched as the crowd watched her, or more accurately Blake, open her mouth like she was waiting to accept anything that happened to enter it, her tongue lolling out to await something to lick and satisfy as she squished the breasts that weren't hers together, fully displaying just how soft they were. Her fingers kneaded the flushed skin as they ran over her nipples, toying with the pale flesh and leaving tight imprints were she violated them. She gasped as she lowered a hand to her bikini bottoms and gently did away with them, loosening the tie on her hip as she retrieved her umbrella. Once more, the crowd was treated to a brief but glorious view of the girl on stage's stolen sex before the panels of her parasol covered it.

Glass shattered once more as the ever changing Neo drew suspiciously close to the edge of the stage. With a graceful flourish, she moved her umbrella and lowered herself to sit on the edge of the stage, neatly displaying her new body.

"Almost to the grand... Hgh... Finale," Neo mused, twinging as she felt her heat increase even more. "But first..."

The crowd was confused, yet pleased, to see a diminutive girl with tricolored hair playfully kick her dainty legs off the side of the dance floor. She had brown hair flowing down one side of her face, while the other half was a pastelly pink with several streaks of white. She was fully dressed to the dismay of her audience, but her insidiously beaming grin ensured that they stayed excited. She wore a white jacket lined with pink, a multitude of messy necklaces covering her impressive cleavage, a black corset that revealed the tiniest amount of her hips, brown pants, and long white boots that reached up to her thighs, along with the ever present umbrella holster. She sat, coyly twirling her umbrella as her pink and brown eyes held back tears of bliss.

Neo, as herself, gracefully lowered herself to the gutter between the stage and the walls surrounding it, dancing her lithe frame around the absurd amount of bills populating it before clearing the fence in an instant, landing herself next an occupied table.

"May I?" Neo successfully communicated to the sputtering blonde at the table with a sweaty nod towards the empty bottle of beer he was holding. She was shaking uncontrollably as her heart rang. "NownownownownowNOW!" She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. He wordlessly handed it to her, attempting to reach for the heavily panting tricolored shape stealer before being batted away with a mewling snarl.

Neo flipped over the divide and returned to the stage, toting an empty bottle as she again twirled her umbrella to obscure herself, albeit incredibly clumsily. Glass shattered as orgasmic cries were stifled through insufficient means.

"Can't hold it. Not now. That whore it is."

Yang Xiao Long tossed her umbrella away as she came. Neo has dressed her stolen slut with her absolute excess of flowing blonde hair in X shaped black pasties that barely covered her erect nipples and allowed the rest of her perfect and gigantic tits to be exposed. She had featureless black gloves covering the entirety of her hands, and long black stockings ran up the length of her legs, complementing the straps of the umbrella holster. Neo had foregone a pair of shorts, bikini bottoms, or even a negligible thong, as any garment would only interfere with her current action of viciously rubbing Yang's womanhood as she let out stifled cries. One hand ran vigorously up and down her mound as Neo collapsed on to her knees while the other was bobbing the empty bottle she had taken as she deep throated it.

The crowd was treated to Yang Xiao Long unabashedly masturbating as she mimed giving very enthusiastic head. Tears of lustful pain and brimming joy streamed down her face as more and more amber glass was forced down her throat with every motion, her body glistening with sweat with the perfection of a golden haired goddess. A mix of choking sounds and orgasmic pleas flowed out from the girl on stage as she pleasured herself endlessly, the bottle she was sucking off earning the ire and hatred of every singe occupant of the club that wished to be in its place.

"Hgnh." Neo tried to think but couldn't. All she knew was that the crowd looked at Yang Xiao Long, essentially naked as she lost any reservation, and that those actions— her actions— were causing her to silently scream in joy as the tears flowed down Yang's face. She was a whore.

Neo removed the bottle from her mouth and began circling it with her tongue between yelps of pleasure caused by every stroke of her other hand. She wanted everyone to think that a Yang was a slut for everyone and everything. After choking down the bottle like the dream of every man, she toyed with it in the the ways she knew would drive the few women in the club crazy. She went down on the amber glass, running her tongue along it like the phantom girl she was pleasuring tasted like the sweetest ice cream that her name brought to mind. The feeling of making Yang into this... Thing composed of nothing but whorish lust and burning want made her cum harder than she ever had, her climax stifled as she tossed the bottle away and bit down hard on her hand.

Yang tore off her pasties, revealing her flawless breasts to the world as her hand only moved faster. Her erect nipples bounced as her breasts fell from Neo's shameless tear of their cover, bouncing softly as they dropped down her chest. Her tears were joined by spit as her mouth was torn open in a silent scream, begging the world to hold onto this moment of humiliation and shame for an eternity.

"Yes. Yes! YES!" Neo burned hotter and hotter as she thought of Yang as the room saw her; Yang Xiao Long, the whore who tossed away any semblance of pride as she stripped down to nothing and stripped down further as she bared her everything while she pleasured herself. Neo burned exponentially hotter as she imagined the real thing; she thought of Yang, wearing only the black gloves and stockings, crying as she was taken and broken and forced to accept everything while she was bound and could do nothing to stop anything, not that that slut would want to. Her precious hair, pulled to hasten her mouth movements. Her bountiful breasts, covered in the liquid lust of anyone who wanted her to be. Her worthless pride, taken along with her body as she was violated by every man, woman, or Faunus that Neo could picture while the lascivious blonde screamed for more.

Yang Xiao Long came again.

Yang Xiao Long came again, harder.

Yang Xiao Long came again, harder.

Yang Xiao Long burst into the sounds of shattering glass, drowning out her cries of pleasure and even surpassing the sounds of the crowd that watched with open mouths. Daring members of the audience recorded Yang climaxing, only to burst into a final figure.

Ruby Rose graced the stage, sitting on her knees in a puddle of lust, her eyes blank and dripping. Neo either forgot to dress her stolen body or just didn't care, as Ruby's entire body was bared. She didn't even have gloves or socks like her sister, but rather sat in a dazed state of pure bliss, completely naked save for the umbrella holster. Her large breasts heaved as she continued to pleasure herself. Her skin was beyond bright red, flushed from the experience of everything Neo had done to herself. Her silver eyes quivered with tears that ran down her youthful body, caressing her skin like fingers as they traced paths down her neck to her chest to lower. Her hand found itself violently squeezing her breast while the other continued rubbing her mound. She had no voice. Whether a concentrated effort or Neo having screamed into her bitten hand to the point of breakage, not a sound left the rosy haired girl.

"..." Neo didn't think. Neo couldn't think. She just continued pleasuring herself, making the image of Ruby Rose do it to herself while she felt the effects. "This is bliss."

Ruby's cheek met the wet ground as she collapsed further to the stage floor from her final orgasm. Her eyes were dazed for several minutes until Neo gradually regained some sense of presence. She stood up, panting as she made Ruby play with her breasts to uproarious applause. She let out one last squeak as she thought of Ruby taking her sister's place, bound and made to be a toy and nothing more. She felt her heart race at a mile a minute as she retrieved her discarded umbrella.

Neo made sure that everyone in the room received a prolonged look of Ruby Rose's naked body before she once again covered her form with her parasol. The shattering of glass was heard once more as the tricolored hair of Neo was the only thing visible as she peeked her head over her cover and shakily started her walk to the curtains.

Neo smiled in between pants. She shivered. Unbeknownst to anyone, she had gone through the entire routine using her Semblance to secretly streak. From the beginning, she had come onto the stage completely naked. Completely naked, save a few odd straps that made up her umbrella holster, anyway.

"They've..." Neo thought, still barely able to collect her thoughts. "They've seen enough."

Neo drew behind the curtains to nothing short of the loudest applause Queen had ever heard before she fell to the floor, her knees useless.

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