Wonderland had a fair number of people. It was more than expected actually, considering that Queen had made it public that it had been just over a year since his Beacon Beauties line of shows had started. His flowers were constantly around to dance, but everyone in the know knew that no routine at any club had much on a Beacon Beauty exposé, where all bets were off on what could happen. There'd only be a few on the grounds of spacing them out, plus organizing paths and budget. They were events, after all. "Non standard, with high standards," as Queen often put it.

"Would you believe it's been a year since I planted my garden? Well, a bit more, but this little show had a bit of a holdup related to showers of broken glass and, from what I am to understand, the systematic destruction of a crime boss by way of a boot to the groin. After a lot of explanation, police reports, and my sincerest condolences to a Mr. Hei Xiong, we have FINALLY reached the point where I can say we've had twins up on stage. Simply amazing." The lights fell after a brief silence, quieting the low din.

"The one downside to having two girls up on stage is that one simply MUST choose a favorite; there's simply no way not to, seeing as, no matter his similar, one will always be superior. I'll leave my professional opinion to myself, though color theory probably dictates which of these two I prefer. Hint, it's the red one. I'm self centered like that. The Red Queen likes his roses red, surprising no one."

The famed Malachite Twins looked blankly at each other. Melanie touched up her sister's eyeshadow, bright red and striking. They were used to being eye candy, functioning as such more than they did as bouncers, mostly because the majority of nights working at Junior's didn't involve a busty blonde with a shotgun. They'd learned that being pretty got them more customers and more well paying customers, though both did lament their inability to stop one girl's destructive rampages. Other threats, they could cover, though. They were excellent at both keeping a steady flow of men filtering in and out, and at taking out problems. They kept the peace and did their share of flirting, so being up on stage wasn't too much of a step up.

"I really can't stress this enough, I am very sorry about the condition your establishment was left in thanks to my employee. While I do applaud her from her proactivity resulting in the arrest of a crime boss, I do not condone her using your bar as a shooting range. Because of that, the fact that your insurance covered it, and because your presence alone will continue to increase profits, I have decided to give you both a bonus for your routine as an apology to you and Junior. I'll be sure to go ahead and keep my friend's chains on should she be called upon again and set her up with a bodyguard that has a bit more situational awareness."

Melanie and Miltia both nodded their heads in unison, thanking Queen for his charity. They didn't particularly care about all the damages, as they were Junior's problem, and the vacation had been rather nice. However, Yang telling them about how Wonderland was a place that encouraged freedom of choice did catch their shared interest, plus involved a large amount of extra spending money.

"I must say, you two desiring to work together is nice. As it turns out, I have siblings working for me already, though from an encounter that left bruises around my throat for a week, I don't think convincing them to do a double showcase will be easy. One day. Maybe. I don't exactly plan on dying any time soon."

The back curtain was dyed both a brighter shade of maroon and an almost pink color from red and white spotlights. The music that started was layered, two beats played milliseconds apart, fusing into each other in a well designed mix of noise. Both curtains were pulled aside, revealing two silhouettes of similar design. The distance and low light shrunk their differences, but the shared shadows melted together in what was an approximation of a tender embrace.

"Are you ready, sister?"

"Of course, sister."

Sans slight differences, the runway was a mirror as the spotlights started following the two sisters down it; every step was the perfect reflection in terms of motion, each foot rising and falling parallel to each other, synced to the nanosecond. The spotlights fused as the runway because tighter, showering the pair in swathes of pinkish light as they matched the beat.

"Follow my lead?" Melanie, the haughtier one, asked, grasping for her sister's hand.

"I'll leave it to you," Miltia, the more soft spoken one replied, letting her arm be raised as her sister drew her slightly closer.

Melanie had always been the, "noisier," twin, more likely to bring attention to the pair. Miltia, on the other hand, was content to let her sister take charge, as she was a tad more reserved than her sister. While few other than Junior could identify them by sight, they did have their slight differences in preferences, though they mostly agreed on everything. Miltia was slightly nicer to people, listening to what they had to say. Melanie was more confident, unwilling to take hits without dishing some back. Few really knew this, mostly because, from an outside perspective, they lined up perfectly.

"I'm already enjoying this more than what Junior allows us to do," Melanie whispered. Both twins knew the other's cadence well enough to hear it from across a room, so hearing anything over the bombastic music was simple.

"We haven't even done anything but walk," Miltia whispered.

"I know, but it feels so freeing. We have our own routine, not what Junior told us."

"Like, that's totally true. And they do seem to like us."

The crowd noticed Queen's favorite of the twins, Miltia, first, on account of her deep red color scheme. She was dressed in script, and endless stream of text wrapping around her in the form of a dress, in addition to several extra flamboyances that drew the eye. For starters, her eyes themselves, contrasting with her maroon, were bright green, emerald-like gemstones highlighted by crimson eyeshadow. Her hair was short, dark, and decorated with feathers, one bright red, the other her sister's white. Around her neck was a shadowy fur lining, drawn over her neck via a chain necklace, extra hanging links giving her the look of a pure collar. Her dress was a lesson in literature, composed of what appeared to be newspaper dyed scarlet. Her body was decorated by Vale's finest source of information, tied tight around her shapely waist with a black bow. None in the club had seen anything like it, and they showered the fashion trend with praise as the girl modeled her arms in a pair of long red gloves. Hints of what were to come later made themselves apparent as garters became visible underneath the dark undertrim of Miltia's dress, combining with her thigh high boots, red with white lace reminiscent of the girl next to her. The height of her heels were massive, drawing out her diminutive frame to have the absolute longest legs imaginable. She was a spectacle in Vale Times, and stood proud as the crowd viewed her sister's outfit.

Melanie's subtler color scheme was the second to be appreciated, but appreciated it was. Like her sister, bright green gems glittered in the spotlight, brought out by her cyan makeup to contrast with the red. Also like her sister, her hair was dark, though it was also far longer, reaching to her waist and possessed a flower in place of feathers. Her avian attire was around her neck, in the form of a bushy feather scarf, shining white like her dress. It was far simpler, being cloth rather than tabloids, though it was similarly tight and framed her body well, light cyan marking the edges where eyes should go. Her gloves were also white, though her wrist carried a silver bracer that caught all light to glimmer spectacularly. It matched her belt, which was heavy metal chains. The chains rounded her waist, defining her shape while also supporting feathered wing trails. Matching her sister beneath her outfit, her garters also fell into a matching pair of thigh high boots, heels drawing out her length to gorgeous proportions. She was a spectacle in chains and feathers, and stood proud as the crowd viewed her sister's outfit.

The twins eyed each other knowingly. Both understood that they enjoyed the freedom of their own design, as opposed to what one told them to do. Still, even if they were no strangers to being viewed as commodities, they gazed at their surroundings. Looking back, there were dozens of people, waiting for them to strip down. Understanding the fetishistic fantasies twins carried, they had prepared accordingly. More success, more cash.

"It's been a while since we did anything like this, isn't it?" Miltia asked.

"Like... I think it is. Should we thank her?" Melanie replied.

"Nah, then she'll start bothering us."

The Malachites swapped sides, guaranteeing that both ends of the club got to appreciate the subtle differences between the girls. Those that saw their subtle varieties silently chose their favorites, though flurries of bills flew just the same.

As Melanie passed her sister, she whispered, "I think they, like, totally like me more." Her step grew a bit more confident as she saw a generous tipper.

On the return run, Miltia lackadaisically replied with, "You're welcome to lie to yourself all you want, it's not my problem."

The two girls giggled. To them, teasing each other was almost a second language; they always padded around each other over any cute young boy that gave them a glance, joking, "He's after me," or, "You look fatter than me today." Few actually met their exceedingly high standards, so they had no problems laughing with each other.

Miltia broke to the left, Melanie to the right; each chose their initial side to grace with their presence as a start. They grabbed parallels poles, straddled in a perfect synchronous motion, and started diverting.

The sister dressed in quiet words and scarlet headlines began going much slower in her path. Miltia broke away from her pole, loosely dangling off of it with one arm. Her quieter nature was reflected in her step; she daintily circled around a man, toying with his face as she caressed the cold steel shaft.

"I'm waiting," the red sister softly whispered to the image of a man begging her for more. The crowd watched as she removed her hand from the pole, her face betraying her want as she turned her back. Miltia was making him work if he wanted to have her; she gently turned her head back, nervously stroking her arms as if unsure. Slowly, she turned back and welcomed the pole with a tender embrace, dancing around it with soft, subtle motions.

The sister dressed in clanking links and frozen feathers started faster as she took charge over her pole. Melanie's image of a date was treated with fast, hard movements befitting her brasher personality. Her forceful nature was reflected in her beat; her motions fit a club, her body shifting flirtatiously, signaling someone to come up to her.

"I'm waiting," the white sister impatiently stated to the image of a man not taking her hints. The crowd watched as she drew closer to the pole, demanding its eyes to take her in as she put her back to it. Melanie was making sure that he wouldn't soon forget her; she pressed her cheek against the steel as she grinded, confidently gripping her pole with satisfied breaths. Soon after, she turned around and pressed her chest deep into the pole.

Miltia swapped places with Melanie, and Melanie with Miltia. They traded places, repeating their dances between the four poles at every corner. Once they had regaled the club with the differences in their personalities and making a quick stop in the gutters, they fell into the center, meeting each other at the pole located there.

"Are you ready?" Miltia asked.

Melanie looked straight into her sister's mallow eyes. "Like, totally." She had a wicked grin. Her sister reciprocated, devilish smile shining.

Each sister held out their hands, filled with the spoils from the gutter, along with a small stool each. Melanie laid out her seat first, sitting down, neatly laying her hands on her lap. Miltia kneeled down and began removing her sister's heels; it was an intimate position, the red sister, lowered onto the ground, holding up and stroking the white sister's leg while removing her shoe. Her replacements took the form of similarly designed heels, though the new pair carried sickening blades on the back, shining sharp.

Her new weaponized shoes in place, Melanie folded and unfolded her legs, hinting at the underneath before standing. Her sister sat in her own stool, Miltia taking another reserved pose as her sister began removing her gloves in a manner reminiscent of a man removing lingerie. Following the pattern, the red woman now sported a pair of arm blades, just as sharp and shining as her sister's heels.

"It's quiet right now," Miltia stated, looking around.

Following her sister's eyes, Melanie replied with, "It's because they know what's coming. Be careful."

"Of course."

The twins kicked their stools off of the stage and embraced, holding each other tightly in their arms. Melanie slowly dragged her gentle fingers down her sister's back, stopping at her waist before finding the ribbon around her waist. Miltia matched her motions, though with the addition of blades; her claws tore their way down the white dress like a scalpel, effortlessly separating cloth until they hit chains.

Miltia removed her sister's chain belt as she felt her own ribbon be removed. As she removed the clanking links, Melanie stepped back, her dress falling from the split at the back; the soft white slipped off of her body, slashed to scraps as she attacked the remnant with her heels.

Melanie stood, her dress in tatters at her feet. Her lingerie was excess, weightless fuzz lining every edge of ivory lace and cloth, bits of metal clanking at spaced intervals. She hurried removed her other decorations, leaving her in just a white bodice and matching panties with garters. Her heels continued to clink on the stage, defining her legs to the maximum now that her entire body was bared.

Miltia took the chains in her hands and attached them to her sister, binding her arms together before linking them around her neck. Melanie's hands were drawn closer to her chin, bound by steel and removing the use of her arms. She smiled.

All Melanie Malachite needed was her legs.

"Be careful," Miltia stated, knowingly.

Miltia turned her back to her sister, facing the right side of the club. She became motionless after raising her arms to either side. With a sickening kick, Melanie's body flipped in a smooth circle before she landed in a poise.

The slash, measured to perfection, cleaved Miltia's dress in two, her headlines, fashion spots, and gossip falling to the floor now that it was severed from behind. Like her sister, she finished the job, attacking the rest with her gloves until she was in her lingerie. Though styles differed, she was in a bodice as well, also decorated with newspaper textures, as well as small matching panties and the garter.

Melanie took the ribbons in her hands and attached them to her sister, binding her legs together. Miltia's feet closed the distance, ruining her walking ability and removing the use of her legs. She smiled.

All Miltia Malachite needed was her arms.

Or, at least, arms would be all Miltia needed had there been anything left to cut. Devoid of purpose, the red sister caressed her and her sister's body with her free hands as Melanie feebly clinked her bound arms.

With her legs and freedom of movement in full control, Melanie pushed forward as her sister traced her hands around her, careful not to cut. Miltia's bound feet immediately gave way, and both sisters fell to the stage floor.

Melanie lay in top of her sister, her white lingerie clad breasts gently pillowing into the red lingerie clad pair. The club watched as Melanie dominated her sister, keeping her pushed to the ground with her body. She kicked off her blades as Miltia discarded her arm blades, leaving the two underdressed, bound, and fooling around with each other.

"I love you, sister," both Malachite twins whispered to each other. It wasn't romantic love, but both knew that crowds loved the idea of twins and the potential they had. Acting in it once in awhile never hurt.

Melanie pushed her face to Miltia's collar, attacking it with kisses until she was overpowered. The red sister now topped the white, and followed in suit; Miltia pressed into Melanie's neck, hearing her exaggerated moans as lips touched cheek.

The twins continued to roll around in their panties together, gravitating in a circle around the stage. Their bindings came undone, leaving them full course of movement to explore their similar bodies.

Eventually reaching the center of the stage, the sisters got up to their knees and wrapped their bodies around the pole. Sandwiching the shaft between their breasts, they felt each other up before locking lips, passionately making out while straddling the pole. Mouths still connected, they stood, breaking their embrace only to fan out and perform a synchronized dance around the pole.

The Malachite sisters swirled around the center most pole several times before pushing back close to it. Bringing their chests to each other, again putting the pole between their breasts, they showcased their full bodies. Melanie lifted one leg as high as it could go, letting her sister hold it to allow the best view. Miltia wrapped her free hand around to cradle her sister's head, letting the crowd see her flawless, smooth skin and stomach. Once ensuring that they gave enough looks at themselves, the twins again pressed their lips together before attacking the strings adorning their bodices. When they pulled away from the pole, they left their tops.

"This was much better than Junior's," Melanie said, her last words reaching her sister.

"Like, totally worth it," Miltia replied, giggling with glee. "We like, SO need to do this again."

The lights dimmed as the crowd saw Miltia and Melanie Malachite, two gorgeous twins, wearing nothing but unbelievably long heels, fashionable panties, and color coded pasties, tiny red circles for Miltia, and tiny white circles for Melanie. Their breasts jiggled and swung freely, the perfect size and the perfect match, each sister with the same flawless dimensions. The twins took a final pose before the lights faded fully to black.

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