Wonderland had reached capacity again. The extra stools crowded the room, making sure that the numerous patrons were sufficiently seated, if a bit intimate with one another. Even so, the room was quickly silenced by the mechanical hum of the speakers that the audience had quickly learned to listen to.

"Now, I've never been one for lying, though I imagine just about anyone in this room would never peg me as a saint, but alas, I have not been quite honest with you." Queen's tone sounded legitimately somber, if not for the grin that was communicated through his words alone. "When I said 'Beacon Beauties,' I intended my line to only stretch to pretty girls attending our very own Beacon Academy that may or may not need tuition money. But who would guess that some other lovely ladies would be interested in little old me? Tonight, we got a little lady that tells me she's from Haven! How exciting! How foreign!" His last exclamations were almost robotic, followed shortly by the robotic whirs of the stage lights.

"Watch your hands, wallets, scrolls, jewelry, watches, cuff links, drinks, tips, napkins, virginity, yeah right, clothing, loose change, miscellaneous knick knacks, and most importantly you neighbor. Our friend has sticky fingers and a sweet enough smile to make you forget you're down a few hundred. Now, please scoot a bit; we have staff that need to move." A combined shuffle was heard as most of the audience attempted to widen the distance between each other. "It's rude to push. Suck it in and make some room."

Emerald Sustrai chuckled. Had she planned on robbing people, she might have had a fun challenge. Queen seemed to be daring her to try something, but tonight was just for fun. Though, now that a gauntlet had been thrown down...

"Wait, you don't already work for me? You just wear that kind of outfit, like, everyday? Oh, you are just a treat. I don't imagine you like getting hit, too, do you? I got a blonde with... Assets like yours and a similar dress style, plus a penchant for getting slapped. You strike me as a bit classier, though."

Emerald recoiled a bit before recollecting herself, noting the person that Queen was likely referring to. She explained that she would be on the opposite end in a situation like that if she had the choice, to which he grinned knowingly.

"I get the sentiment, but you got to give and take for that here. Ah well, I'm sure you're well qualified without sadomasochistic actions. Any other talents I should know about? Aforementioned blonde found a... Profitable, if messy, use for her Semblance."

Emerald looked innocently off to side, lying through her teeth that she had nothing special in that regard. Queen looked disappointed, but quickly shook it off.

"Shame. Well, you'll do great anyway. Ah, more more thing; there's nothing in that safe aside from a rude note with immaculately lettered curses and a picture of me giving the finger. You aren't the first, and you're not going to be the last. I've dealt with more lowlifes than you can count, but I'm willing to forgive in all but the best ways. You start in a week. If you want to know, it's the look; that shifty air, plus you could try to be a bit more subtle about side glancing the obvious bait-safe."

Green lights slammed into the end of the catwalk, contrasting brilliantly with the maroon curtains. A tall figure shrouded in insufficient lights formed a luscious silhouette that hung in place. Several stripes of a bright green gradually pierced through the darkness as the woman strutted down the catwalk, along with copious amounts of matching hair. Her walk was far more refined that the previous girls, her step effortlessly bringing her forward like she walked a runway everyday.

"Any decent targets?"

Emerald's hips swayed from side to side in a seductive twirl as if it were second nature to the shadowed figure. Her line of work had never necessitated that she play the seductress in order to get what she wanted, but sometimes it just felt good to know that a low neckline and the occasional mewl could give her an easier time than creating a complex scenario in her grateful donator's head. This method filled the green haired girl with pride, as it proved to her that she was pretty enough and smart enough and clever enough not to cheat her way to money every time.

Emerald attempted to pierce through the bright lights and dark background, scanning the audience for whatever she was looking for. The distance was too great to make out anything more than shadows, not unlike their view of her.

The aptly named woman approached the midway point of the walkway and a decent bath of shining lights, her minty hair flowing in matching ponytails as her full figured silhouette came into view to gradually increased clapping. Every few feet, more and more details struck out. First to light were Emerald's legs, dressed in simple black slippers; long, lean, and securely hugged by impossibly tight chaps that wound around her calves and led the eye straight to her waist. The belt lifting her leather leg covers wound several times around her waist, repeatedly going over itself, fitting over low hanging and tight fitting white pants. As Emerald continued forward, the audience got a look at her toned stomach, her dark skin partially obscured by white leather wrappings that lightly strangled her lithe waistline in a random jigsaw. The needless excess found its way to what could best be described as more organized cloth that wrapped under her prominent bust and turned to an X around her neck. Her breasts, held up and enhanced further by her outfit, were barely hidden behind an olive top that's neckline rivaled fantasy in how low it was; mounds of dark skin peeked over the shallow cut, and even more with the lowered center. Emerald's chest managed to rival the blonde famed for her bountiful rack, in addition to matching the level of sway and jiggle caused by the slightest movement. The woman raised her arms, clothed in the same asymmetric straps around her waist, fanning out her hair that sent her two tails flowing out behind her. Her face held a devious smile, and her crimson pupils darted around the crowd, scanning the seats to make certain all eyes were hers.

After a brief scan, Emerald lost focus and interest as she turned her back with a stomp, showing the crowd a powerful pose that would have displayed her leather supported rear were it not for the two green objects covering it. For several seconds, the two green ponytails were the only thing betraying the static silence.

With a sudden explosion, Emerald threw her torso to the side; the bombastic blare that signaled the start of song was accompanied by Emerald forcing her body into a new rhythm. Her arms shuddered as they locked into place from the power behind them, the minty hair flowing to the side that they were dragged towards. With another blare, the green haired girl burst to another dramatic stance, the power behind her motions palpable. With every new note, her body launched into new poses as the definition of sudden perfection. Eventually, her framing brought her back to face the audience, sly grin gleaming in the low lights.

The notes continued, and Emerald's body went with them; her hips locking, her legs stomping, and her breasts being lusciously thrown into every motion, the dark skin rippling in its softness. Every bounce, thrust, and drag caused her chest to flow, her top visibly struggling to contain her sizable breasts. It seemed that at any moment that the low cut hem would lose all purpose and allow her nipples to be exposed and her chest to bounce unrestrained, but for every inch it lowered, it seemed to spitefully stay at just the perfect height to tease. The crowd both loved and hated the tight olive garment as bills kept a steady flow moving.

Emerald once again slammed her foot down as she pivoted to face the curtains with one last deafening note. A steadier, softer rhythm started over the intercom, the girl on stage matching her speed with it as her left arm stuttered upward until it was grasping the air before her. Motions dictated by a slow ticking, Emerald raised and curved her right arm before flicking the bonds on her left that held the wrappings, releasing the clasp binding them to her; she mirrored the process, unclasping the piece holding the leather on her other arm.

With several quick choreographs, Emerald twisted and spun, throwing force into her arms. The white straps unwound in a perfect chaos, the asymmetric binds spiraling as they released Emerald's arms. With a final cross of her arms, she removed the restrictions that covered her dark, toned arms.

The music changed again, becoming faster and more dramatic. Emerald reached for the objects hanging around her waist, removing them and allowing an all but too brief look at her ass supported by her chaps before she returned to face the audience.

With an almost unfocused look, Emerald released the mechanism in her verdant revolvers, emerald tipped chains hitting the ground with two sequential thunks. Slowly but surely, she spun them round and round, hastening their speed as they began windmilling in matching circles with light flicks of her wrist. Emerald began twirling around the stage, slowly spiraling in direct contrast to the green and gleaming hurricanes now occupying her hands.

With a painfully loud crack, Emerald laughed as the slamming of the chain whips caused a gasp of fear among the audience. With an expert flick of her arm, the verdette launched one of the chains up before sending it to the side; the emerald tip wound around one of the many poles on stage before it started recoiling, gracefully pulling Emerald with it as the chain shortened into her weapon.

As she met the pole, Emerald twirled around it as she replaced her guns on her belt, only to reach for it and start unwinding. Drawing to the front center of the stage, the white leather bindings zigzagging around her stomach fell to the floor, followed shortly by lengths of brown as her lengthy belt was unthreaded. With several reverse loops finished, Emerald kneeled down, releasing the bows tying her chap to her leg. Gasping as she freed her leg from the tightness, she stepped forward and undid the other side. With one final tug, her belt gave way, weapons with them, and her chaps lost their support, falling limply to the ground as Emerald stepped out of them and her shoes. Her white shorts now graced the stage, conservative but alluring nonetheless.

Emerald's face seemed disinterested as she undid the final clasp that lay underneath her substantial cleavage. She did away with her mock bustier strap, causing her massive chest to heave and bounce further in her strapless olive top as she continued slowly strutting forward. Her jacket slunk to the floor as she dropped it from her shoulders and stopped. Purposely improving the view, Emerald bowed down, her cleavage again displaying seemingly impossible sticking power as her breasts displayed their softness. With a wink, she slowly began lowering her shorts, pushing down and pulling up in waves to sequentially show and block the view of her now visible black boyshorts. As if responding to the crowd's infuriation, she lowered her pants completely and again unfurled her minty locks, staring blankly up and the ceiling as her breasts bounced with her flare back upward.

Emerald turned and bowed her torso forward again, this time directing her ass towards the crowd. Compared to the previous undergarments worn by the girls of Wonderland, the green haired minx was almost foreign in her relative conservatism. This was largely ignored due in part because of how the black cloth followed every single last curve of Emerald's ass, contouring around her body in all the best ways. The cheers only grew louder, overpowering the fading music as she stared back, wiggling her rear to meet the voracious demand.

After several sustained seconds of looks, Emerald turned to face the crowd one last time as the music all but stopped. Ever-so-subtly, she bobbed up ever-so-slightly. The crowd watched in lustful awe as the Haven Beauty on stage began slowly bouncing, imperceptibly increasing her height with every single bump. Over the course of silent minutes, Emerald giggled as her bobbing turned to hopping. Her breasts heaved with every bob, slowly at first, but gaining more and more force as she continued.

Emerald put her arms behind her back and held them there, now moving on to full jumps. The power of a light bend at the knee sent her chest jiggling and it stayed that way until she jumped again with the slightest bit more force. Jump. Bounce. Jump. Bounce. Jump. Bounce. Her chest mesmerized the building; all noise had stopped save a low tune from the speakers and the sonorous clapping that came with every beautiful plop. Soon enough, she was clearing several inches off the ground, her breasts dancing up her body as her top struggled to serve a purpose. Emerald looked blank, reveling in pleasure as she mindlessly set about her task, going over her allotted time to the disappointment of nobody.

The crowd exploded as the inevitable occurred; Emerald's top dropped as her breasts were unleashed thanks to a final jump. The olive shirt slunk down her torso before getting caught on her wide hips, revealing her perfect breasts covered only by thick black Xs that covered too much and not enough. Seemingly in slow motion, every last rippling motion resonated through her unrestrained breasts from the weight of her jump and the glorious forces of gravity. Jiggling long after she hit the ground, her beautiful chest glistened with sweat in the spotlight as the final motions traveled through it. Emerald stood facing the crowd, the largest smile decorating her beaming face. She bowed, arms still locked behind her back. She held herself down close the ground, winking as she let her hair fall around her shoulders, giving the crowd the perfect view of both her gently swaying breasts and her ass, pointed at the ceiling. She returned upwards, once again fanning out her hair before turning for the curtain, ass swaying majestically as she strutted back down the catwalk.

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

But one man saw a different show. A better show. Emerald's personal show.

"You. That's the one. You're the target."

Emerald smiled seductively as she focused her vision on said target: a broad man with a dark beard and a trucker hat. Her eyes met his, and from that point on, the story of the night diverged for him and him alone. He was unaware that anything was out of the ordinary, and while the rest of the crowd received a good show from a somewhat distracted looking beauty, the bearded man was chosen to witness something greater.

"I like you. You get the real show," Emerald thought to herself as she managed to split her attention between her control of the man's perception and her actual movements. "You seem like a nice person." She loved the idea that this man, unbeknownst to anyone, would have the privilege of a beneficial use of her Semblance. No robbing. No thieving. No trickery. Just pure, unadulterated wish fulfillment.

Emerald's dark skin shined with sweat in the lights, the angle hitting her full form perfectly as it stepped towards him. She stared directly at the man, seemingly ignoring the rest of the crowd as she put all attention on him as the world seemed to fade away. There was just the man in his chair, the club floors that were now devoid of people, the stage covered with flawless lights, and the girl currently stepping to the edge of it.

"Do you like me?" Emerald asked, playfully cocking her head to the side.

The man nodded, ignoring the fact that there should be no way he should be able to hear her over what should be blaring music and lecherous crowds. The words fell upon his ears, clear as day, and the green haired girl was staring directly at him. He looked around, finally noticing that the world around him had vanished.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Emerald was enjoying herself far too much. She dialed back her control as she tried to maintain her composure in the real world. Fun or no, she had a show to do, regardless of how hard focusing was. She quickly realized a balance that let her manipulate her new plaything and keep the crowd entertained with the only cost being a blanker expression on her face than one would normally see.

The bearded man nodded harder, not saying a word.

"A quiet one, aren't you? I guess it'd be weird for you to talk to yourself. But they'd never know how good you've got it, cutie," Emerald lowered her head and stared at her body.

"Do you want to see me naked?" Emerald raised her eyes, matching them with the man's as she bobbed up and down on her feet, sending ripples throughout her cleavage.

The man in the hat nodded vigorously and reached for his wallet, attempting to draw out money as he fumbled around in it.

Emerald hesitated for a moment. "This isn't what I want. For once, I don't care about money." She wanted nothing more than to please the man before her, and she thought the idea of him paying so enthusiastically was cute, but ruined some of her fun.

"No. Not yet. Put that away," Emerald said, jumping off the edge of the stage. She positioned her torso on the partition between the club floor and the gutter, resting her soft breasts on the edge as she straddled it.

Somewhat confused, the man stopped fidgeting with his cash and looked at the green haired girl again. He replaced his wallet and stared longingly into her eyes.

"Can I bring my friends?" Emerald laughed, smile growing ever wider as she adjusted her top, playfully teasing her breasts before playing with the straps on her arms. "Friends" wasn't the word she'd normally use, but the context felt right for the situation.

Growing even more confused, the man cocked his head to the side, unsure of what to make of the question. He hesitantly nodded.

"Yeah! Fun for everyone!" Emerald was genuinely excited as she bounced up and down in joyous celebration. She turned, whistled, then removed the straps from around her arms, play stretching them out as if they had been locked up.

A spotlight came down with a heavy clunk over a far away area that was previously completely shrouded in black, revealing two figures of variant sizes. One silhouette was tall, confident, and busty while the other was far shorter, playful, and considerably flatter.

The man heard two female voices giggling as the shadows drew closer, eventually merging with Emerald as she began giggling as she unwound the straps around her stomach. The figures moved into another suddenly generated spotlight as it appeared. The taller figure's blonde hair shined like the sun as the light shone down hard, the shorter figure's piercing through the blank black background with an icy white.

While the names of the figures were unknown to the man, Yang Xiao Long and Weiss Schnee found their ways to Emerald's side as she whole heartedly laughed in glee. Both of their faces were locked in a permanent want, their insatiable desire visibly causing them to writhe with unfulfilled lust. Both wore long, featureless white jackets, falling to their knees and covering their shivering bodies. Both moaned as they ran their fingers across themselves, stopping at different areas to squeeze and illicit louder, longer vocalizations.

"Oh, this is the best! I get to have a cute guy all to myself and he gets to see these stupid sluts." Emerald looked at her manic illusions, fondling themselves with overly horny expressions rarely seen outside of such fantasies. She was happy with the fact that hers were better than any one man's mind could conceive, if only because they didn't have to stay in the mind. "If only I could let everyone see these two skanks like this."

"How about them? What do you want to do with them? Or, better question, what do you want them to do to you? What do want me to do to you?" Emerald's expression was filled with pride as she beckoned her fingers to each of her toys. Yang and Weiss reached for each other, forcing their hands around the other's shoulders and locking lips.

The man failed to respond, being too focused on the heiress and the bombshell making out before him, both of their eyes closed as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Emerald coughed, drawing his attention as she hopped the wall, seated herself upon it, and removed her chaps. She dangled her legs and laughed.

"Enjoying the view? Why don't we watch these two have fun?" Emerald kicked off her slippers and snapped.

The two figures drew back from each other, unzipping their jackets and lowering the coverage off their bodies, revealing thin black thongs and white crop tops that barely covered their nipples. The majority of Yang's bountiful breasts hung out from beneath the hem, and her lust poked through the tightly drawn and mostly transparent material covered only by the word "Bimbo" emblazoned across her chest in black. Weiss' more modest chest ensured that the slightest movement caused her far looser top to flutter, barely passing over and covering her A-cups marked with "Princess." Both turned to face the man in the chair, wriggling.

The man stared in awe at the insufficiently covered forms of Yang Xiao Long and Weiss Schnee, still barely able to keep their control as Emerald's hate manifested in the apparitions' lustful want. With another snap from Emerald's projection, they hopped over the partition and drew closer to the bearded man, sitting like a king as the two started to hang weightlessly off of either of his shoulders while the green haired girl before him unclasped her secondary top as she herself began strutting toward him.

"It's a shame you can't touch them. Oh well," Emerald mused as she pulled her X shaped collar over her head and tossed the garment into nothingness, somewhat disappointed that she couldn't let her target fondle her images. "But you can see them. Now, who do you want to see first?"

"You get to have it all. There's honestly no reason. You're just lucky you're the cutest one in the room." Emerald watched as the man looked in between the three girls: the white haired princess on his right, currently stroking the man's chest, the busty blonde bimbo on his left, preoccupied with staring lustfully at her current king's groin, and the ringleader verdette before him, puppeteering his private show. "Your choice."

The man grinned widely as his eyes met Emerald's. With a flourish, he raised his arms without a word, encapsulating the entire trio. His choice was clear. He wanted the world.

"Ohh, greedy. I like that," Emerald said, playing to his demands. "Girls!" Yang and Weiss were brought to her side with a snap. "He wants all of us, so go ahead. Ah, wait, wait, wait," she stopped them as the went for their minimal tops. "Rough or gentle?"

The man held up one finger.

"He knows what he wants. I like that." Emerald considered the fact that she might want to follow up with her target outside of her mindscape.

"Rough it is! Go at it, girls!"

Yang reached for Weiss, grabbing the neckline of her shirt. Weiss responded by forcefully threading her fingers through the blonde's thong. The man heard the sonorous sound of cloth ripping as Yang roughly tore Weiss's top clean in half, revealing her pale, delicate breasts in their totality as the now topless heiress pulled at her stripper's panties, the fabric groaning before it snapped, leaving Yang bottomless. Without stopping long enough to give the man a look, they reversed positions, Yang yanking down Weiss' lingerie as she pulled Yang's shirt until it tore. Both girls stood naked, tearing at each other until a loud clap froze them.

"Turn. Present. Pleasure."

With their master's words, Yang and Weiss climbed off of each other and turned to face the bearded man. He was treated to a completely uninterrupted view of both of their completely nude forms as the lowered their arms. Yang's perfect breasts swung with every slight motion as started to giggle in the cutest voice Emerald could give her. Weiss' pert breasts showed their softness and arousal as her nipples hardened with excitement. Both of their sexes were glistening with as much lust as Emerald felt as she humiliated the two bodies, her control showing in her glowing smile. The man attempted to speak, but was interrupted by the moans of both girls, who lowered their hands to their mounds and began fingering themselves.

"Ugh, this is so nice. The thought that these two will never know makes it so much better," Emerald looked and thought about the scene she had created. The idea that that whore Yang and that stupid heiress Weiss were naked and masturbating before a man like the sluts they were filled her heart with joy and lust, even if it was just her own mental projection. Seeing them so demeaned made her hot, but she herself was still on stage, dancing before an unknowing crowd that had no idea what they were missing. She wished her Semblance was strong enough to make the world see her projection and her fantasy. She wished she could stop and just let the man before her help her finish. "Ah, well. This is good for now."

The man was content to watch the two stolen bodies before him continue their orgasms, but Emerald stopped them. Their screams of joy ears persisted as they eked out their last touches of their respective cores.

"We don't have much time left, and you said you wanted to see me naked, right?" Emerald began pulling down her already incredibly low top.

The man nodded, now disregarding the two dripping figures in favor of his clear preference, still modestly clothed; Emerald chuckled as she beckoned her fantasies to her side.

"Two lusty whores and you'd still prefer little old me? I'm flattered," Emerald said, genuinely meaning it. She had chosen her target with amazing coincidental precision. He would choose her, the clothed Emerald, over the nude, slut(tier) versions of Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long.

"Oh, damn, is the music already cutting out? I have to speed this up," Emerald worriedly thought as she heard the music in the real world start to lose tempo as she dropped her shorts. "My top's not even off!" Essentially stalling needlessly for more time, she turned her body and began bobbing up and down, hoping her top would give her a few extra minutes with her toy.

"Girls, if you may," Emerald more commanded than suggested. The still sexually unfulfilled fantasies of Weiss and Yang began pulling at her top. The green haired woman reached into her pockets and retrieved something small before placing it and her hands over her breasts as the olive garment was torn off of her. Her shorts were next to go as the man's view of her body were blocked, albeit by the bare asses of two beautiful girls that were removing them.

"I'm so sorry, but we've run out of time," Emerald said apologetically, dispersing Weiss and Yang to her side. They walked off into fading spotlights with one last shared moan, revealing Emerald, standing in just a black thong, her hands holding credit cards over her bountiful breasts, covering her nipples. "We're going to have to continue this..." She started walking closer to the man. "A little bit..." She stopped right before him, staring down with burning eyes as he flipped in between looking at her mostly uncovered breasts and her face. "Later..." She straddled his lap, weightlessly. "I really hope you don't mind."

As the man attempted to deny the absurd claim that he would possibly disapprove, Emerald's avatar kissed his cheek and covered his eyes. He heard a whisper in his ear in the most seductive voice imaginable.

"I'll meet you outside. Don't be late. I'm feeling like my friends right now, and I don't think a gentleman like yourself would have me stay that way."

When the man opened his eyes, he caught the last glimpse of Emerald, up on stage, wearing considerably more conservative panties and with large pasties replacing her previous cover of a pair of visas. He noticed the green haired woman wink at the crowd, or more likely him, then turn away, her ass jiggling magnificently with every step.

And thus ended the whole story of the seventh night of Club Wonderland's new line up of dancers.