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"I think I want to play a game." Weiss was a changed woman. When she had decided to do what she had done and strip for a seedy establishment, it was out of nothing more than spite aimed at her father for never seeing her as her, but rather as a new version of her sister. Since then, however, her experience had led to a few discoveries about herself.

Weiss Schnee liked to be looked at. She liked to entice. She liked to arouse. She liked the feeling of men's eyes on her as she commanded wisps of light to remove her dress as her heart raced. Her face had been painted crimson the entire time she was on stage, but there was no way she could deny that she loved being looked at.

Weiss had gone home that night of her first show with a beaming smile in her face. She hadn't been happier in a long time, and she knew exactly why; for starters, she raised that middle finger to her father, but she also genuinely enjoyed giving a well-received concert, racing around the stage displaying her every expertise, barely managing to keep her breasts from slipping out of her top, and most of all, standing stark naked in the shadows as her lanterns punished that blonde boy who was too scared to pull down her skirt. Everyone in the room knew that she was completely naked at that point, but Weiss adored the fact that they couldn't see what she was offering.

"I guess 'Me' just likes to be a little naughty..." Weiss giggled as she dropped herself down onto her bed, looking up at the ceiling with a lightness in her heart. She was glad she was able to reinforce that she was herself and not a shadow of her family, and she also found out more about herself in the process. "I didn't think self discovery would be so fun." Weiss stopped her thought and grabbed a pillow to clutch. She considered other ways of "self discovery" she could engage in that would fulfill her need to spite her legacy and to explore her newfound love of baring her body.

"Whelp. I'm screwed in the best way," Weiss thought as she drifted off to sleep, formulating a loose plan for tomorrow that she could test out. "And I'm going to love every second of it."

Weiss awoke early the next day and reaffirmed that she did in fact want to go out to downtown Vale and have some fun with her skirt and let people watch. She went through her morning routine listening to her heart race as she thought about watching men watch her. She looked at herself in the mirror, her petite body covered by a nightgown that was probably a few sizes to small and probably worn a bit too thin, considering she could visually confirm that she hadn't worn a bra to bed. Her hair was considerably more messy than it usually was, but she honestly liked how unkempt she looked. She wanted to wake up next to someone in the far future looking as cute as she did at that moment, and her current feelings towards the notion of "perfection" made the asymmetric and childishly coy look appear even more desirable to herself.

"Man am I sick of perfection," Weiss thought as she roughly pulled her nightgown over her head, messing up her hair further and leaving her in a pair of white panties. She eyed the mirror once more and struck a pose to bolster her diminutive breasts. "Though these are pretty perfect," she giggled as she watched her reflection playfully cover her breasts and wink before considering, "But should I show them?" Even if she had some difficulties with her top during her routine, she had still yet to actually show her breasts to anyone, familiar, intimately familiar, or especially a stranger. She thought about how embarrassed she was when her nipples started to peek out of her top while she was on stage. She also thought of how hot that was. She also thought about how everyone in Wonderland was probably trying to stare the darkness away as they tried to look at her naked body hidden by the unlit stage.

"Just a taste," Weiss grinned as she pulled a very noticeable bright red bra out of a drawer, thinking, "That's all they need and that's all they get." It was expensive, silky to the touch, and guaranteed to draw the eye with both its color and its complication. She fished out the matching set of panties and set about removing her very plain, very vanilla, very unremarkable pair before switching to the crimson cloth that she really hoped would be sufficiently noticeable. She turned to the mirror again, looking at and loving the contrast between her burning bright underwear and her exceptionally pale body. Every red thread seemed to draw an exponential amount of attention to her ivory curves, highlighting her soft skin and toned body. Weiss felt hot, and she hadn't even left her room. She confirmed her face was reddening.

Weiss turned to her wardrobe and swung it open, tapping her fingers to her heart as she thought, "Now what to wear..." In a moment of glowing revelation, she removed a thin sky blue blouse with a few darker blue bows scattered around the hems that easily tugged to lower to a good flashing position. She put it on, checking yet again in the mirror to see that her top made no attempt to muddle her bra's brilliant color. The slightly muted red of her bra was highlighted by the contrast in the shades of blues, ensuring that any second glance would be rewarded.

As daring as she was, Weiss wasn't feeling daring enough to walk around town in just her shirt, especially when her bright red panties were clearly visible. "Not yet, anyway. Maybe if it's dark enough..." Weiss giggled as she pointed her rear at the mirror, admiring how the crimson garment adhered to the light curves of her waist. She dove back into her closet and fished out an immaculately white skirt, long and conservative and the perfect opposite of what she intended to use it for. She put it on and twirled, watching the voluminous cloth spiral around her, raising up and revealing what lay underneath, inverting the refined look.

"All ready..." Weiss cheekily lifted up her blouse, held it up to her mouth, and looked at her reflection's red clad breasts, her soft neckline, and her delicate stomach. She smiled as she lowered it back down and made for the city, putting on a pair of white thigh highs and pale blue slippers before she stepped out.

"Now... Who's going to get lucky?" Weiss thought as she sat outside a café in downtown Vale, sipping a needlessly complex and expensive coffee that was more art than drink, as well as delicately picking at a small cake with a cherry on it, otherwise covered with whipped cream. She had positioned herself so that she was facing the sidewalk, patiently waiting for someone that looked like they'd enjoy her presence.

Weiss swirled a spoon in her drink, remembering that she had been too excited to fix her hair thanks to several strands falling into her face. She ignored the snowy mess as she saw a tall blonde haired boy coming her way, casually strolling down the sidewalk. She looked at him, locking her eyes with his as she smiled. He smiled back.

"Here goes nothing," Weiss giggled as she nodded downward, her heart racing. The boy followed her eyes as she began lifting her skirt ever so slightly. He stopped moving, looked up at silver haired girl's face, and raised an eyebrow. She beckoned him back down, raising her hem more. She looked at his lips curl up into a confused smile as he noticed the bright red of her panties as she drew her skirt to her chest, giving the total stranger the perfect view of her panties, as well as her thighs, stomach, and waist. She imagined the boy thinking about how her ivory skin looked so soft compared to the brilliance of her panties and how easy it would be to remove them from her. After all, every part of her lower body was perfectly framed by her long socks, giving him the easy path up her legs.

"Goodbye," Weiss snickered as she forcefully lowered her hands to her lap, recovering her modesty with them. She turned her head away from the boy and refused to look at him as he drew closer and attempted to gain more insight into the girl who just flashed him. Eventually, Weiss shooed him away with a huff and a slap before going back to her treats.

"Oh my god, yes!"

Weiss kicked her legs out, playfully swinging them back and forth as she felt the heat radiate through her body. She brushed some of her messy hair out of her face and felt her cheeks, which were burning and undoubtedly red. The heiress felt elated at what she had just done, but she felt that she had only just started.

Weiss took a sip of her coffee. It was warm, like her. It tasted good, like she imagined she would if she got sufficiently naughty for someone. She spied another handsome loner with dark hair walking down the sidewalk towards her and eyed her plate. She fiddled around with her cake and speared the cherry on her fork before lifting it to her mouth, resting her face on her free hand. She waited until he became aware of her and began sensually swirling the small red fruit with her tongue. She turned her head slightly to the side and narrowed her eyes, focusing on pleasing the cherry while the dark haired man looked on.

Weiss felt slight disappointment when the man kept walking, albeit still looking at her. She responded by ramping up her sexualized tongue movements, flicking the cherry and bobbing it back and forth down her throat, all while maintaining eye contact. As he passed, she cutely closed her mouth over the fruit and mewled, enjoying the sputtering sound that she knew the man had to muffle. She turned towards the way he was going and saw that he was looking back at her. She smiled, dabbed her finger into the whipped cream on her cake, and gently licked it off, smiling and waving as the man kept going, now red in the face.

"Aw, you're no fun..." Weiss was annoyed that her mouth motions didn't entice the man as much as her panties had for the last one. Still, she did like that he had left flustered. She felt like she wanted to finish up. Her heart was beating fast, but she could go for one final tease before calling it a day.

Weiss waited, occasionally taking sips of her coffee and bites from her cake. She wanted the final lucky boy to get the best show, but she also wanted him to be cute enough to deserve it. No one wandering down the street was the right person to her, and eventually, she left the café's outside table with a substantially lowered state of arousal.

Weiss began strolling down the sidewalk, aimlessly wandering in the vague direction of where she lived. She was slightly relieved that she hadn't garnered more attention, but at the same time, she wanted to get that sense of finality that showing off just a little bit more would get her. She guessed she could just try again some other time, or even just wait and go back to Queen, but she really wanted to show off today.

Weiss decided to give her potential show one last try after she found herself in a park. She plopped down on a bench and looked around, watching for a cute boy to notice her.

It was at this point that Weiss saw something that made her incredibly excited; something that she had missed in her absentmindedness was that there was a couple sitting across from her at a table. They were happily chatting, and to the exhibitionist's delight, the red haired man was facing her while his diminutive white haired girlfriend had her back to her. She looked around and saw nobody else within a decent range of her, so she elected to stare at the red haired man.

Eventually, the man took notice and glanced over at Weiss to her noticeable delight. She put a finger to her lips and informed him to keep quiet. The man looked confused at her action, but continued his discussion with his clearly talkative girlfriend, whom Weiss realized looked at least a bit like her if her silver ponytail was anything to go by.

"I bet I'm prettier."

Weiss waited until the man's eyes were drawn to her before she once again gripped the edges of her skirt. She coyly looked at the ground, feigning innocence as she glanced up at him, watching him start to gawk as he began to see her rosy panties. She quickly lowered her skirt and pretended to not be aware of the man's presence as his girlfriend turned to look at what he was looking at. Weiss was right; the girl did look a bit like her, but she wasn't nearly as pretty, at least in Weiss' lascivious mind.

"Oh, it's nothing, I promise honey..." Weiss was overjoyed at the man's clear attempts to satiate his girlfriends curiosity without giving away what exactly he saw.

Weiss waited until the woman turned back and continued her conversation with her boyfriend. Weiss turned her eyes until they locked with the man's, glaring until she had his attention. With a smile, she drew a hand to her collar and hooked a finger into her cleavage. She giggled as she noticed his face redden like his hair.

"Oh, what this?" Weiss mockingly expressed as she began lowering her top, exposing more of her soft, pale skin. She almost burst out laughing when she saw the man's eyes dart between her and his girlfriend, trying to at least look like he was still invested in their conversation. "Oops, silly me," she thought as she hooked her other hand around the elastic and pulled.

Weiss' bright red bra, along with her perfect, ivory cleavage, was now fully exposed, and she was now allowing a man clearly in a committed relationship to test his loyalty. He failed, considering his eyes were intently locked on a stranger's exposed chest. Weiss helped him fail further when she stuck out her tongue and made horny looks at him.

"Cmon, I know I'm better than her..." Weiss thought, fighting her urge to take this man from the woman sitting across from him. "You know you want me more~" She felt amazing. The thundering in her heart sounded like the best music played by the best orchestra with the best instruments. She was beyond enjoying herself.

Weiss had a thought. She re-covered her bra and stared intently into the man's red and now sweating face, which she could only imagine she matched. Her skin was flushed and her face was burning with embarrassment, but she felt too good to care about anything other than teasing the man before her.

"Come and get them," Weiss mouthed at the red haired man, giggling incessantly as he reeled back. Slowly, making absolutely sure that he was looking and that nobody else was, she gave a full flash of her panties once more, raising her skirt to her chin. She quickly lowered it before she raised herself up ever so slightly.

Weiss felt ready to burst from both excitement and embarrassment as she began sliding off her panties, lowering them to her knees and then onto the ground, the crimson cloth limply gathering at the bottom of the bench. She imagined her face was just as red, but neither matched the shade of the red haired man, who looked more like a tomato than a person at this point. She kicked her panties off her feet and eyed the man, trying to maintain composure.

Weiss spread her legs out, but put both her hands in between them, holding down her skirt and preventing the man from seeing her sex. She was having an amazing time teasing him, but that's all she was doing; she hadn't even shown her bare breasts to anyone, and she definitely didn't plan on showing her womanhood until she was good and ready. Still, Weiss felt that there were very few things hotter than the denial she was giving the man. She shook her head, ensuring that he understood that her skirt was staying put, but she smiled as she brought her hands to her breasts.

Weiss' heart beat faster than it ever had before as she watched the man try to balance his attention between his girlfriend and the woman removing her underwear for him. She couldn't stop giggling. She felt great, and she felt even better when her hands snuck up the back of her blouse and undid her bra. She gave the man one last flash of her burning bra before putting her top back up and carefully sliding her shoulders out of the red garment protecting her modesty. She reached a hand into her minimal cleavage and removed her bra, making sure the man understood what he was looking at and what that meant.

"Oh my god, this is way better than being on stage..."

Weiss' eyes never left the red haired man's, maintaining contact as she dropped her bra to the ground and playfully placed her hands over her breasts, despite still wearing her blouse. "Oh my god do I do it?" Weiss looked down at her breasts. She had called them perfect earlier that day, but she reminded herself that she had never taken that step before, not with any of her relationships. Weiss' face burned with heat as she made her decision, thinking, "Oh my god I'm going to do it."

Weiss grabbed the bottom of her shirt and raised it to her chin, watching the red haired man nearly do a spit take as she let him stare at her entire chest. Her breasts were soft, perky, not too small, definitely not too big, and they were perfect. She knew that her nipples were at their peak of arousal, and that her skin was beyond flushed. Weiss bit her lip, knowing that she was exposing her breasts, stomach, waist, everything except her unclothed womanhood to a complete stranger, and one that knew she wasn't wearing any panties.

Weiss felt hot.

After several long seconds of exposure, Weiss winked at the red haired man, pulled her shirt back down, and stood up, trying to clear her head of the ringing in her ears.

"Oh my god I just did that."

Weiss left the park, leaving the crimson set of lingerie behind in the hopes that the red haired man find an opportunity to take it. She hurried home, shut the door to her room, collapsed onto her bed, and clutched a pillow tight to her chest, acutely aware of how it felt against her nipples.

"That was a fun game."

Weiss couldn't wait to go back to work. She was ready to go all the way with her top on stage, just to get that feeling of lust inside her as it was now.