There was a long, listless sigh as Pyrrha flicked a drooping flower on her table. Sinking her head into her arms, she thought once more about what she was doing; now that she was done with proper schooling and waiting in between shadowing missions, she was one of Club Wonderland's Beacon Beauties. Of course, she enjoyed dancing up on stage while dozens cheered her on, but she'd been thinking about her performances yet again.

Pyrrha thought back to the first expose of her skills, where she had used her magnetism to its fullest potential (at least, for stripping purposes). Starting out as an amazon clad in armor, she gradually let it fall away to show her body. It was also a mixed metaphor for her romantic life and lack thereof; as she stripped down, she had made the armor animate in order to finally tame her. It doubled as both a strip routine, and a cry for help, considering her loss of clothes coincided with her being kicked to the ground, only for the substitute hero to rescue her.

"Just… someone to let me stop for a bit…"

Everyone saw Pyrrha Nikos as unreachable, and that was perfectly represented by her coming out of the curtains in full armor. When first on display, she defined a warrior, ready to defend against the horrors of the Grimm. As she continued, reality fell to Pyrrha's dreams, as she was stripped down to an intentionally weak woman and finally seen as a wanting woman. Her skimpy outfit and teasing was her gateway to be treated like a woman with womanly needs, and her making her armor kick her around was her asking for someone to finally control her. But no, Pyrrha was still invincible. Pyrrha Nikos, despite needing to be saved by her theoretical hero, was still alone.

Of course, Pyrrha thought of Jaune. It'd been years since they'd been placed onto a team together, but nothing came of it. Pyrrha's armor turned into a headless replacement for her desire to have someone treat her as a woman, which was who she had longed for for nearly four years. The knight in shining armor could protect her, caress her, knew her intimately, but instead, it was just a bunch of bronze. Jaune still seemed clueless, even more so considering he'd never been to one of her shows; to her knowledge, he'd never been to any shows, which was a surprise considering just about everyone he knew either danced for Queen or saw after Nora. Pyrrha wondered whether or not Jaune had witnessed one of Weiss' shows, though it had been a long while (and a lot of denials) since he'd spoken about her; like him with her, Weiss had been an obsession of his, though, unlike her, he got over it.

"Too bad his interest in her didn't transfer to me…"

Hating herself for it, Pyrrha thought of Jaune visiting Wonderland so he could watch Weiss remove her clothes. It quickly transitioned from him throwing bills to him requesting a personal show, convincing her to do a lap dance, asking for a private room, then persuading her to engage in illicit actions in the rooms with locks. Though she absolutely respected Weiss as a huntress, a woman, and friend, the image of her straddling Jaune in panties and pasties infuriated her; considering it'd be her fault for never making a move, Pyrrha couldn't be angry, especially because it was just another bad fantasy. It was another headless hero leaving her behind for a woman that took action.

Angry, frustrated, and slightly turned on by the thought of Jaune getting a full show from Weiss, Pyrrha looked up at the flower she had flicked. She gazed at it quite a bit, considering it was on her kitchen table, where she ate her dinner. Alone. As always.

"Ahh…" Pyrrha sighed, remembering her loneliness.

Resting her face back into her hands, Pyrrha began playing with a spoon she'd left on the table. Using her Semblance to make it spin and dance, it eventually came to rest in such a way that it reflected the woman's concealed features; Pyrrha's crimson hair fell over the top half of her face, obscuring her bright green eyes and soft skin. Suddenly thinking of her audience, the spartan stripper realized that she rarely thought about how many people cheered for her, and with such great intensity.

Pyrrha Nikos had never been a haughty woman. Though she was a born champion, a natural genius, and a skilled huntress, she had always been humble. Despite that fact, she considered her fans; thinking very, very hard and very, very clinically, she tried to compare her audience with the other Beacon Beauties. Though she hadn't watched every major performance, Pyrrha remembered that, rather unsurprisingly, Yang had received the most cheers. That was just the person Yang was, and her natural ability to be sexy definitely influenced that. After that… Pyrrha didn't know; because she hadn't been thinking about it at the time, she hadn't paid attention, but she was suddenly certain that she was one of the most popular girls at Club Wonderland.

Pyrrha Nikos was pretty.

Pyrrha Nikos was wanted.

Pyrrha Nikos was sexy.

Pyrrha Nikos had what she needed to get what she wanted. She came across as invincible, but deep down, people saw her fragile, desperate side. They saw her body and wanted more, providing the proof that she was deserving of her hero.

All Pyrrha needed to do was get what she wanted.



"I guess it's a better idea than crying about it while playing with a spoon…"

Suddenly feeling far more sexy than her current outfit allowed, Pyrrha stood up. Finding a wall mirror, she looked at herself; finding her current workout/lounge clothes unbecoming of her beauty, she forced her body to strut as she went to her room. Biting her lip, the woman removed her clothes, wanting to be more than she was at the moment. Quickly realizing that she was standing completely naked, Pyrrha blushed.

Pyrrha recognized what she was doing was stupid. She had stripped down for someone who wasn't there, but she sincerely wanted there to be. If someone was there, maybe they'd do the things she couldn't; maybe they would make the first move that she could never make.

Reaffirming her decision, Pyrrha forgot about getting dressed. Instead, she wandered around her apartment without a stitch on, thinking about how she wanted to have someone walk in on her. Her wandering mind envisioned doing this for her partner; her husband would get to watch her as she strolled around naked, and eventually, he'd crack. He'd do something. It didn't matter what. Pyrrha's husband could do what he wanted to Pyrrha, and she'd lovingly accept it.

"But I'd have to actually do something about it, instead of never making a move. That would be a place to start."

Wandering back in front of the mirror, Pyrrha gazed at her nude form. Trying once more to be clinical, she wondered how many cheers she'd get if she was ended her routine by revealing everything. She already got close, considering her only cover when she was finished was a statue's hands, but that still hid something away. In front of the mirror, she could see her large, perky breasts, her well-toned muscles, her shapely hips, and… her sex; she saw her chest often enough when bathing, but her mound wasn't typically visible, nor were there too many opportunities to look at it. It wasn't exactly something she thought of, considering her ever-single nature; sure she had needs, but those were few and far between. Even now, looking at her lower half, Pyrrha felt sort of wrong, as it wasn't exactly a normal thing to walk around one's house naked.

Even if what she was doing wasn't normal, Pyrrha considered that anyone attracted to her would no doubt love for her to walk around naked. She wondered if Yang strutted around her apartment naked, or if she wandered around her partner's place without clothes; if Pyrrha had a boyfriend, she wouldn't be opposed to him doing so, assuming the likelihood that her partner would be a muscular hunter. Pyrrha longed for a man in her life so she could bare herself and her want for weakness; all she wanted was for someone not throwing money at her to treat her like a woman and not as a huntress, at least, not all the time. She was still proud to fight Grimm, but she wanted to rest, and she wanted to rest in someone's arms so she could just forget for a while.

"It's hard to always be strong…"



Feeling a slight chill in places she wasn't used to feeling chills in, Pyrrha snapped back to her kitchen and her nude reflection. Blushing at her inattentiveness and strange nudity, the woman decided to take some time for herself for once; she almost always put others before herself, but tonight was going to be her night. Finding a reason to be naked, she lit some scented candles, put on some relaxing music, and ran a bath. Remembering a gift she'd received but never put to use, she searched around until she found a bag of bath bombs; dropping one into the water, she watched it turn into an inviting golden color as it fizzed and popped, helped by a bit of splashing.

Tired of walking around naked, Pyrrha let out a long, pleasant sigh as she dipped herself into the water. Having invested in a nice, large bath, she sunk below the surface and let the warmth embrace her as the golden color blessed her skin. Leaning her head back against the wall, the bathing woman closed her eyes, absorbing the warm water and the serene rhythm of her music. After several long minutes, Pyrrha realized that she seldom did anything that let her be alone with her thoughts for so long; usually, there was always a distraction of some kind, but simply lying in a tub was all the vacation she needed. Her mind melted into the water, unconcerned with anything to do with men, Grimm, weapons, or work.

Pyrrha's eyes faded until she felt little other than the fragrant water she was bathing in. Her moment of peace was ruined when she heard her scroll go off in the other room; it was just a message, but hearing her text tone meant she was needed. Deciding to ignore it, Pyrrha tried to return to her bath and her nothing; her efforts proved pretty fruitless, as she hated leaving messages unanswered. Pyrrha couldn't relax until she saw what caused her scroll to go off, so she begrudgingly used her Semblance to bring it to herself. As with most small things she owned, it had metal on it that she could magnetize it to save effort, plus it let her remain in the bath.

Drying her hands with a nearby towel, Pyrrha grabbed her scroll and examined the message. As it turned out, it was just an promotional email, so she could safely ignore it. Setting her scroll down, the redhead returned to the water's embrace and left the world behind.

Now left alone with her thoughts again, Pyrrha decided she needed to spoil herself more often. She was usually in and out of the shower in a few minutes because she treated bathing as nothing but a means to get clean; actually laying back and relaxing, Pyrrha understood why there were stores dedicated to making things to color bath water. Dwelling on it some more, there were more than a few movies that had attractive women enjoying a bath, and now Pyrrha got to be one. Well, she got to pretend, anyway; it wasn't like she was on camera for the world to see.

"…"

Opening her eyes, Pyrrha looked at her scroll and considered something, which was that it had a camera feature. Noting she could play around with her Semblance, she had the perfect ability to give any shot a cinematic angle, which meant she had complete control of how to cam herself.

Shaking her head and looking back to her bath, Pyrrha said, "No, no. What am I thinking?" She was actually considering making a naughty video of her in the bath, but that was crazy! It wouldn't be for anyone, or at least, "Not for him," if she considered that there was no one to show it to; she supposed she could show it to the world, but the only other option was…

Pyrrha noticed that her golden bath water was opaque thanks to the bath bomb. Even right there, she couldn't see anything past her cleavage unless she lifted a leg. Biting her lip, the soaking woman remembered the reason she'd even taken a bath was that she stripped down and walked around naked for a husband she didn't have. Suddenly, though the thought had always been in her mind, Pyrrha wanted to show off something other than her fighting ability.

After several moments of wrestling with herself, Pyrrha ensured everything was covered, sinking a bit lower in the bath water to better hide her nipples. Considering her current situation, she was an attractive naked woman soaking her body in literal golden water; aside from coloring the bath, the bath bomb was also mixed with lotions and scents, so Pyrrha was wet, naked, sitting in gold, and looked to be oiled.

"This must be what those old legends were about," Pyrrha thought, thinking about the stories of old gods. Though it was widely practiced to worship the Brothers, tales from the old world told of gods and goddesses that created the world. At the moment, Pyrrha felt like some sort of beautiful deity representing love and war, and her shining features resting in a pool of gold wouldn't exactly hurt that image. Wanting to improve the image, the goddess-to-be felt around with her Semblance and brought her circlet to herself, donning her holy tiara and cementing her status as higher; though she never wore her circlet when bathing (because why would she?), it only felt right. Putting her hair up into her familiar ponytail, Pyrrha put on a self-satisfied smile.

Now a spartan goddess of love, crowned with her bejeweled circlet, Pyrrha grinned as her scroll drifted to her fingers. Though she could barely believe what she was doing, she set her scroll to record and made it hover a few feet from her. Her face not her own, the goddess looked to the camera, her expression one of someone who knew they were beautiful and knew that they would be wanted. Pyrrha's sultry gaze was complimented by her playfully splashing the water around, threatening exposure as her scroll hovered around for the best angles.

Unsure of how to proceed with filming herself bathe, Pyrrha continued teasing, trying to think of something to say, or if she should speak at all. "Who would I even address? If it was Jaune…. But what if…" Pyrrha suddenly imagined a world where she didn't love Jaune; if she made the video for him, it should be directed to him, but if things didn't work out, or she never moved forward, could she save it? She couldn't imagine herself doing this sort of thing often, so personalizing her smutty videos was probably not going to be common.

Pyrrha elected to remain silent, and merely kept playfully looking at the camera every now and then, acknowledging her viewer, be it Jaune or whoever. As her scroll found another spot to record her, she set it to lazily drift as she took a handful of the golden water and poured it over herself; in the most inefficient but sexiest way to clean oneself, the redhead sensually dropped the ichor over her head several times, wetting her hair.

Despite having just put her hair up, Pyrrha released her ponytail, letting her long scarlet locks fall away into the golden water. She elected to keep the circlet on, as it made her feel more like a being than a human in her bath; it was part of her huntress gear, and gave the impression of both warrior and queen. Stroking her hair like she'd seen mermaids do in paintings and movies, Pyrrha felt the bath bomb moisturize and treat her hair and skin, making her feel ever prettier.

The bathing beauty spent the better part of an hour playing goddess for her camera, interspersing hints at her breasts with long shots of her longer legs. Done soaking, Pyrrha sent her scroll closer to the door, though letting it keep recording her. Abusing her Semblance in her day to day life came second nature to her, so she magnetized the metal rings she'd put into a towel; making the heavy cloth float in front of her as a curtain, Pyrrha exited the bath. Though naked, her floating towel kept her modesty with her scroll, but she still quickly wrapped it around herself fearing the worst. Passing by the scroll, she waved and beckoned it to follow her.

"We're not quite finished yet~" Pyrrha thought, finally feeling as though her face conveyed her true thoughts. Stepping into her room, she stopped her scroll and positioned it in a neat fashion. Taking extra care not to show anything while simultaneously making it the best show possible, Pyrrha released her towel, but kept it floating; with her curtain back and the camera's love, Pyrrha sorted through her clothes and began dressing.

Finally finding the right words, Pyrrha released her towel and asked her scroll, "Why don't you come to bed with me?" The camera was treated to Pyrrha at her purest, wearing an oversized t shirt and boyshorts; her well-stretched top hung off one shoulder, hanging so low as to barely let her panties be visible, but giving the tease anyway. She'd finally removed her circlet, and that fact combined with her messy hair and outfit turned Pyrrha from a dream to her dream; while she had been a goddess bathing in golden water and the hope of any man, the woman was now just a woman, and one wanting her partner to come to bed with her.

Filling the role of a loving girlfriend that wanted to cuddle, Pyrrha sat on the end of her bed, having her scroll follow her. Patting her lap, she asked the viewer to rest their weary head on her thighs. The woman's face invited every pleasant feeling, her warmth emanating not as a goddess, but as a woman asking for the world.

"Good night," Pyrrha concluded, stopping her scroll's recording. She immediately collapsed onto her bed, breathing heavily, her heart finally having caught up with her. She still couldn't believe she had an hour plus video of her in the bath, then changing, then asking the viewer to sleep with her. Her dream would be to have someone by her side right at this moment, but instead, she was left with nothing by sweet smelling hair and a dirty video.

Laying on top of her covers, Pyrrha let out a halfhearted, "Agh…" in frustration. For one, it was still way too early to go to bed, but two, she needed to figure out what to do from here; she couldn't possibly send that video to Jaune! What if he didn't reciprocate!? She'd never be able to face him.

"I better just delete it…" the lovesick woman thought, decrying what would be her magnum opus. "But… ARGH!" Tossing around, Pyrrha decided to do the only thing she could: leave it all up to destiny. Using her Semblance on a coin, she brought it to her hand and flipped it.

"Heads, I send it; tails, I delete it."

Pyrrha watched as the coin flipped several times in the air before making its descent. With somewhat more force than it should have had, it landed on her bedside table, not at all conflicted by which side it landed on.

Without even looking at the coin, Pyrrha hit send.