

a commission for

A very dedicate Rwby commissioner.









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What was supposed to be a quick and cheeky way to get Blake naked was backfiring on Yang, the blonde feeling like she was being hustled with how the tides turned in this match of strip-gaming.

Blake: “You were right, Yang. Games are fun. Now, bra off. Oh, you broke your controller... again.”

The woman grumbled as she went to her desk to fish out another. The Faunus watched intently as Yang reached behind her back to unclasp the nylon garment. Most of her was excited to see her girlfriend's voluptuous pair, but a little part of her loved watching Yang toss another article of clothing in her pile of defeat. The blonde stomped back to the console and situated herself, but the burning stare beside her she couldn't ignore, Yang turning to meet Blake with a mischievous grin.

Yang: “What? Why are we still at the victory screen?”

Blake: “You know what? I am going to leave your scarf for last.”

Yang: “Shut up and play.”

Blake “This isn't even about getting me naked anymore, is it?”





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