"You're going to pay me to party!? Sick!" Yang looked jubilantly at Queen, who had just propositioned her about an interesting outside job. "When?"

Queen held a hand out, stopping the blonde in front of him. "Hold it. You've been invited to DANCE at a party for a high roller's 25th birthday. Client asked for you specifically, but the basic rundown he gave me was you were entertainment for the night. Something about showing you off, acting like you belong to him, basic creep stuff. Yes, you go there and be part of the clubbing for an hour or two, but then you'll do... Yeah, you can figure it out. Basically, go flirt with everyone in the room that looks half interested, take a few tips, giggle whenever a guy says something, and basically be eye candy. Afterward, figure out where the best viewing angle is."

"Oh, I AM good at those things... Do I like, wear... clothes?"

"From what I gather, you can do as you please until Moneybags calls for you, so yes, unless you feel comfortable being the only girl ordering drinks in a thong. I'm sure THEY'D like it, but I'd say something classy with your usual underneath unless you feel like getting copped every few seconds. Second thought, don't order drinks; you're on a job. I trust you to be responsible."

Yang glanced to the side, pondering something. "Do I get like, a bodyguard or something? I only ask because, yeah, people get frisky after throwing drinks at me. Part of the illusion of me caring is accepting champagne every now and then, but I know my limits."

"I wouldn't have agreed if you couldn't bring something. Don't expect to use them, but you can bring your gauntlets. They're for showing off the power fantasies, nothing more."

"God, you're overprotective..." Yang whined, annoyed at Queen thinking she needed to be watched over. "Anyway, where was this place again?"

Queen fought the urge to scold Yang, but instead answered with, "Place downtown. You ever heard of Junior's?"

Yang's face lit up.

Yang arrived at Junior's club a few minutes after the party she'd been hired for had started. Her idea of classy for tonight was to bundle up her insane amount of hair into a ponytail, wearing a canary yellow button up with a tie and slacks. In other words, what she had worn when Coco had stripped her up on stage plus gauntlets and some vibrant lilac nail polish. Embarrassing as it was, being stripped up on stage was still incredibly hot whenever she looked back on it. In addition, since her friend had demonstrated it came off easy enough, it seemed perfect to wear until she was called upon.

Yang decided to be mean in a civil way and basically screamed, "~HIIIII JUNIORRR!" as she walked through the door and made for the bar. Her loud, overly cutesy tone was met with a questioning look, an irritated realization, and then followed by an angry groan from the owner of the club. The eyes of a crowd followed.

"I should have known it was you, Blondie," Junior mumbled angrily. "Damnit." Melanie and Miltia looked just as displeased sitting at the bar, but Yang forgot whether or not they showed emotion to begin with.

Yang pouted, putting on her best saccharine voice for the crowd she was drawing as she replied, "Dawww, don't be like that, you big meanie!" She grinned and looked around at the party goers that were in the process of figuring out who she was. "I'm here to have funnn~" She posed, bringing attention to her breasts, winking at a cute guy in formal wear watching her. She already stuck out like a sore thumb due to being bright yellow, but her attitude, clothes, noise, everything drew eyes, like she was hired to do.

"Whatever. Your client's been waiting for you. He's in the back." Junior motioned towards a section full of scary looking guys in suits blocking the entrance.

"Thank you! I'll be back soon!" Yang waved and departed, sashaying her way through crowds of people.

After letting the back area bouncers figure out who she was with a bit of body tracing, Yang looked at the three characters sitting at a table, one being the one who hired her.

"Oh ho ho! I was waiting for you!" a man with a pedigree stated upon seeing Yang's chest. Yang guessed that he was the birthday boy by way of his fancy circlet over his long black hair, expensive sunglasses covering his stern young face, and the empty seat next to him designed for her. He wore a ragged purple dress shirt with gold accents, an excess of rings and necklaces, and a gold heart with a crown pin over his heart. "John King. Friends call me Jack, clients call me King, girls call me king, but usually for different reasons." He beckoned, his gem encrusted fingers directing Yang to his side. "And you must be... Yang, was it; pleasure to meet you. Ace, make some room." A tall, dark both in skin and demeanor man in a darker suit and sunglasses slid out his chair, allowing Yang access to her perch across from his female acquaintance.

Yang was... she couldn't say shocked, but she was still impressed with King's... everything. His wealth, his excess, his likely unwarranted straightforwardness made her excited; she knew his type, and she knew she'd be walking out of this party a rich woman. All she had to do was what she was told, so she shacked up next to the man and decided to be cute. She put a finger to his chest like she was his bitch and said, "You should have invited my boss, cuz then we'd have a Straight~"

"Eh?" King questioned, eyes not focused on Yang's face. "What do you mean?" Even confused, he put his arm around Yang's shoulder and gripped it tight. He smelled of expensive drinks and cigar smoke.

"Well, I'M a 10, so then we'd have a 10," Yang pointed to herself, then to the man before her, "A Jack, my boss Queen, a King," she moved to Ace, "And an Ace!" She was incredibly pleased with herself for figuring that one out. It was just smart enough to be clever and just dumb enough to make her look like a self centered ditzy blonde and not a competent shark. She thought of a way to continue the descent into appearing dumb by saying, "Though that'd be the only straight I'd be part of. You should invited my friends; then we could have had some more fun!" She made a V with her fingers stuck her tongue through a few times. Of course she didn't expect to have sex with the guy in front of her, but she knew the implication that she regularly slept with women would drive a guy like him crazy. As she predicted, her sputtered a bit. She giggled like a schoolgirl to please him.

King calmed down and looked at Ace. Looking back, he said, "No, no, I wanted you for a few reasons. First, you're here to look sexy, which you're doing pretty well." He squeezed Yang's shoulder and subtlety lowered his hand more to her chest. "Second, you're here to be mine. I want everybody in this club to know that you're here with me, for me. A girl like you sends a message, and it'll get sent with a brick through a window once my little girl goes up on that table over there and shows off a little." He took a long drink of whatever alcohol was on the table, the smell almost overbearing. "This is my party, so I'm going to make damn sure everyone here knows that I'm the king!"

Yang's inflated ego won out over her pride; if all she had to do was get a little touchy feely and act like she belonged to a creep like King while making damn sure everyone knew how hot she was, she could live with being treated like a trophy for a bit. She did that just about every day merely by existing. She was using him as much as he planned on using her, so she put on her sluttiest voice and said, "Oh, you're a high roller, aren't you? A real big shot? I like that." As a few more people noticed her presence, she drew close to King's body and rubbed against him, moaning in his ear and drawing her finger down his chest. Watched the crowd grow entranced by her sexuality, she whispered, "I'll be your little girl all night, sweetie." She lifted his face and kissed him on the cheek, amping up her appeal for her onlookers while internally roaring with laughter; Yang had the mission to look sexy, make men feel lesser, and make bank, and all it'd take was some words, some gropes, and a standard routine. While she found the term a bit deplorable, she asked, "Want me to get started, Daddy?" knowing the response would be exactly what it should be. King was clearly only interested in her being his bimbo, so she'd stroke his ego and let him be the king he thought he was.

King lowered his grip from Yang's shoulder to her waist and dragged her closer. He looked a few jealous men straight in the eye and grinned. "Nah, I can send you out in a little bit to sing my praises. For now, why don't you drop a few buttons? Show them what I have that they don't. Ace, leave us be." The stoic giant and his presumed and equally silent girlfriend stood up and left Yang alone with King.

Yang made a grand show of removing her tie, snaking it around her neck before wrapping it around King's like a trophy of silk. Whimpering to mimic lust, she unbuttoned a few levels on her top, enough to look amazing without revealing her full show so as not to spoil her eventual strip. Anyone looking at the isolated table, which was most people in the club, saw a man in a crown and his girl fawning all over him, her immaculate cleavage pillowing into his chest.

King wasn't even looking at Yang, but rather, all the people looking at him. Leaning back a bit, he turned more self satisfied at being the main show. Yang watched as women looked at her with envy and spite, angry they didn't gather as much attention. The men all just fawned over her, as usual, but the daggers of jealous female gaze was rarely this bad; she imagined the girls King and his associates surrounded the selves with had a one track mind on being the star so as to garner favor. The blonde struggled to feel bad about taking their spotlights when she figured out they only cared about looks and money, so she decided to earn her keep; adding a few extra giggles, she moved her seat to King's lap and hung off of him, the picture of a trophy woman. The crowned man's expression became even more smug thanks to every man suddenly shifting their legs at what belonged to him.

Trying not to think too too much about her seat that may or may not have something making it stiffer than it should be, Yang made herself look as desirable as possible, which really didn't involve much. She gingerly grabbed a tiny glass and waited for King to clink it to his. After hearing a light ting through the mumbling spectators, she nuzzled close to his face. His response was to belt out a massive, joyous laugh, drowning out any doubts that he was on top of his world. Yang giggled again.

After a few minutes of flirtatious lap sitting and false promises, King raised his voice, stating, "You're free to go. Play with every guy and make them hate the fact that they're not me. Drain 'em if you want, I don't care. Ace will grab you when it's time to really show off."

"Anything you say!" Yang left King's lap, and was promptly replaced by two what-could-only-be-call-girls-or-eye-candy, neither of which were as pretty as her. She felt a little dirty, both because of what she had just done, and the fact that they deemed merely hanging on to King's arm as worth their asking price rather than anything near her actions. "Eh, I go hard." It'd get her more tips, but she also just liked playing with toys as much as she enjoyed acting like one with guys like King.

Yang spent the next hour or so going around the club, interacting with anyone and everyone that seemed the slightest bit interested in her looks. Occasionally, she hung around a few people and stopped to do a bit of flirting mixed with some suggestive touching. Not too surprising to her, most of the men in the club had very little reservations about calling her all sorts of cute pet names or lewd derogatories, and even more had less reservations shoving tips and expensive drinks in her face to try and gain her favor. Knowing her audience, she made everyone that spent less than $10 on her aware that it wouldn't please her, "boyfriend," if she wasn't treated properly, so she got plenty high end martinis and cocktails, plus more than a few lien when she shook her ass a little bit. She always made sure to wave at the plethora of girls wearing pretty much the same dresses, the same lipstick, the same face trying to outshine every other gold digger. She hated how shallow they were, so it made her more than happy outclassing them by a country mile before she even lost her top. None even tried to think of her as anything more than King's slut, and that was ironically where she was most powerful, so she went as hard as ever.

Yang felt the highs of her technique as she made a few positive comments towards one of King's cronies that was as thick as he was high ranking; the short broad man in an even broader suit was surrounded by a few girls and a handful of men that seemed to run him as the boss of their little clic, and showed more than interest towards the blonde's cleavage. Making her presence known, she forced his face up from her chest and asked, "Like what you see?" as she met him eye to eye.

The heavyset man pushed the other girls aside to their dismay, ignoring their presence over the youthful and bountiful blonde. "I do. Why're you asking?" Yang leaned up to his face and drew her luscious lips together.

"I like powerful men. You wanna touch?" Yang continued her mental cackle. She was going to have fun with the man in front of her and earn her keep doing so.

The man stuttered, looked at the men around him, and said, "Yeah, I do. Any... Uh... catches?"

Yang narrowed her eyes and widened her smile. "You can make it hurt~" she trailed off the final word whimsically. She loved being rough housed almost as much as the face people made when she gave permission. She hoped he'd be one of the braver souls, and her confidence in the man raised as he leered. He looked like he had a low opinion on women and even lower morals, compounded with a high opinion of himself. She loosened up her body and motioned to be grabbed. It'd be fun breaking him.

"Only cuz you asked, Blondie," the man said, roughly grabbing Yang by the waist, turning her to face his lackies and the girls. As she positioned herself as best she could, her thoroughly rubbed her body down, forcing his fingers into her skin in the way she loved if he judged her reactions. The mewling increased as he reached her breasts, roughly going over every inch, his voice carnal and lusty.

"Yes! Yes!" Yang cried, amping up her language as she grew warmer. Her noises caused the fat man to rub harder. She'd have preferred a cuter guy, but she knew the pay off would be great.

Surprised and slightly pleased with how much the man was manhandling her, Yang ramped up her noises. She flip flopped opinions thanks to his general creepiness, but it felt good to be a doll sometimes. Though, the one thing better would be brought on by her next words. She leaned up to his ear, moist breath hitting his face.

"I'll tell my little sweetheart King you did a good job!" Yang's voice was barely audible, making itself known only to the fat man touching her. She heard a heart break. Her own heart soared as the man released her, dumbstruck at how he had just been played by King's bitch. The blonde leapt off him, pleased with how she was able to get her rocks off, humiliate a man, and drive into him that she belonged to King, who was clearly better in every way than him. She wondered what exactly King was, considering the well dressed crowd of people he rented a club (and her) out for. He was clearly wealthy and powerful. It occurred to her he probably dealt with less than legal things and was a mob boss, or at least in line to be one. Not that that mattered; she just had to ensure that his lackeys knew he was top.

"Doesn't matter. He's got cash, and I get to have fun!"

Now that she had thoroughly ensured that the entire club was aware of King's pull over insanely attractive women, she was free to do as she pleased until it was time for her show. Being a professional, she had noted a few tables that'd be good to strip on once Ace brought her to her day-only boyfriend. Being a nonprofessional, she decided to head over to the bar for more fancy drinks.

Melanie and Miltia looked displeased (as always), but nodded in unison as Yang mumbled something with strength in her voice, Junior looking on not as displeased as he had been when she had entered. As it turned out, when she wasn't on a rampage, Yang was a pleasant person, if only when tipsy. Next to her was an empty glass, plus one she was in the process of drinking. Looking towards the bar, she noted a large shape approaching behind her, but decided to conclude her conversation. She watched him stop behind her and motion to what looked like the much smaller girl he was with earlier. Through the muddled reflection, it must have been Ace come to collect her. She looked back to the twins and kept talking.

"He'sh a dechent guy, okay? I promish it'll be funnn... He letsh you do WHATEVER and I love it..." Yang's words were slurred after several expensive drinks the hopeless men she had extorted to buy her kicked in, plus her current glass. "You girlsh are prettyyy..."

"Umm..." Melanie started, confused and annoyed (as always).

"Excuse us?" Miltia finished, similarly caught off guard.

A deep voice coughed. Ace gently tapped Yang on the shoulder and waited for her to turn around. "Excuse me, miss. King says it's time for you to dance." Despite his... menacing appearance, he was incredibly calm. It sounded more like a question than a command. Yang turned back.

"One schecond. Sho, ash I was saying, Weish, yeah, the Schnee... Right?" Yang looked at the perturbed Malachite sisters, not understanding what was going on suddenly. They hesitantly nodded, trying to speed the drunk blonde up. "Yesh, her. Sho, she getsh up on stage, and at the end of her schong and dansh, sche gets naked! Boobsch, lady partsch, EVERYTHING!" The twins looked at each other, shocked, confused, and suddenly interested. "Shure it wash dark, like, ALLLLL the lightsh out, sho pitch black! NOBODY could schee her!" Melanie opened her mouth, but Junior stopped her, letting Yang continue. Ace raised his hand, only for her to push it down. "NOBODY! Excshept ALLLLL the Faunush!" The blonde cupped her hands and made binoculars around her eyes. "Niiiiight visssssionnnnn!"

"So, like," Miltia said, suddenly cheery.

"THE Weiss Schnee, of the SCHNEE DUST COMPANY, not only put on a strip show," Melanie continued, also finally breaking into a smile.

"She flashed EVERYTHING to an entire room of Faunus without realizing!" shouted the Malachites. "Like, oh, my god, that is like, SOOOOO amazing!" They laughed in eery unison.

Junior looked at Yang dead in the face, his face shocked. "Oh, man, imagine how that must have gone down... The Schnee Queen getting seen naked by the thing her family hates! God, I like you drunk, Blondie."

"Shushhh!" Yang stuttered, blocking another attempt at moving from Ace and circling her finger around her glass. "One schecond! Sche doesn't know! It'sh a schecret! And Junior, you're schlipping!"

Junior stifled his laughter, holding his side. "Hehe, slipping? What?"

Yang's smile dropped. "You're slipping." She traced her fingers around the brim of her glass, drawing her lilac nail polish around it like a sensual swirl.

Ace tapped Yang again. "Please, miss. It's time."

Yang dipped her middle finger into her drink and flipped off Ace without looking his way. "Junior, you're slipping."

Ace, Junior, and the Malachites looked at Yang's middle finger, and more importantly, what made it stick out. Yang took Melanie's fancy martini and drained it, turning around to face Ace and looking at her finger. As the group looked at Yang flipping off her boss' right hand, they all realized that her nail polish had turned from a soft lilac to a harsh black. They all stared with a blank face.

Yang laughed, mockingly. "Changes color when exposed to drugs. Isn't that neat?" She threw her head back over the counter, looking at Junior upside down. "Your party boy just tried to roofie me."

Junior looked down at Yang's face, clearly displaying a casual calm despite being reversed in his eyes. Both him and the twins looked at Ace. Junior groaned.

Yang sat up and looked back. Touching a finger to Junior's nose, she said, genuinely, "I'm REALLY sorry." She kicked off her dress shoes and slipped off her socks, as they weren't meant for fighting.

"You're banned from my bar."

"Oh, don't be like that... Make them pay for it."

Yang looked at Ace hesitantly stepping away, exposed as trying to drug her. She grabbed her would be knockout drink and slammed the glass into his face, the shattering causing the muttering in the room to stop. The DJ stopped playing his records, causing the music to stop as well.

"I'd recommend hiding," Yang said, "Unless you want to join?" Both Junior and the Malachites nodded no. "Yeah, thought so. Oh, well, I got this, anyway." As Junior groaned again, Yang kicked off her seat and called back, "Don't forget about my offer!" The bar trio departed to call the cops and the insurance company.

Recovering, Ace held his face in one hand and withdrew a long, pitch black switch blade. The dark man held his position, wiping the drugged drink off of his face. Yang unfurled her gauntlets and readied up. The multitude of patrons started to realize a fight was going down and started flocking out of the building.

"Two, three, four, five..." Yang counted the number of cronies that didn't exit with the crowd. Not counting Ace, six well dressed men drew out a small variety of weapons, all a deep onyx color, and started advancing. King looked on from his seat, unperturbed as his girls started running out. Yang looked back to Ace and grinned. "I'm warning you."

Ace looked at Yang, his face unchanging in emotion. "I implore you to reconsider. King is a very power–"

"Suck a dick, apologist," Yang interrupted, hunching down. "Your boss is a rapist."

"Very well," Ace said, unmoving. Drawing his hand back, a shadowy haze coalesced around his knife. With a nigh unnoticeable flick, he launched an attack, the rest of his body staying stock still.

Yang hopped back a bit, feeling the wind slice from what she guessed was Ace's Semblance. Despite barely moving an inch, she could feel the effects of the dark blade he sent out. Breathing a sigh of relief at her quick reaction, she heard a second schwing from the air getting severed. She winced, but felt no pain. "Ha! Dodged it!"

"It appears I missed. How unfortunate..." Ace remained unmoving, his still frame eery against the rest of the encroaching lackies. "My target was your chest. This will suffice."

King hooted his approval.

"Going to have to do better than that!" Yang said, prepping her own attack. Suddenly, she felt slightly cooler. Looking down, she noticed that her top had been cut open, the button up ruined and exposing the top she had reserved for her strip. She had on a set of extremely lacy black lingerie, strapless, gorgeous, and now serving as her only top. Her massive breasts poured out over it, inches away from being exposed entirely while her waist was held in perfect form by a cloth corset lined with gold. She still kept a modicum of modesty with what was now a torn jacket and her pants, but now she was stuck fighting in a strapless bra.

"You perv!" Yang shouted, suddenly aware she was participating in a brawl without a proper shirt. She blushed bright red, but she couldn't exactly stop fighting for the sake of modesty; she had a mob boss after her, so she guessed she be giving a different kind of show. "You're buying me a new top!"

"If you had done as you were asked, I would not have had to take such measures," Ace said, face still unchanging. The rest of the suits showed a bit less calm, their eyes focusing on Yang's tits that threatened exposure. "This was," Ace paused for the briefest of seconds, looking at her newly exposed cleavage, "unintentional. But it is beneficial to us."

"Shove it up your ass! This isn't the first time I've fought in lingerie!" Yang suddenly questioned how her life choices had ended up with multiple brawls involving her knocking people out in a bra and panties. "Man, I live an AWESOME life!"

Tired of being gawked at, Yang shot forward after discarding her ruined top. It made sense in her head that her enemies (except Ace for whatever reason?) would be a bit distracted by her outfit, plus the shirt was ruined anyway. Ace seemed to glide out of the way of her attack, but she powered straight through the line and went for the closest opponent approaching a table. The blonde effortlessly dispatched a man holding a dark club, sending him into a wall with a punch mixed with a shot from Ember Celica. "One!"

Two men in suits jumped at her ready to attack, one with a sword and the other with a chain. Yang kicked up a table and sent it into the sword wielded before sniping the chain one out of the air. "Two!" Not letting him recover, she leapt off a table and intercepted the chain lackey, yelling, "Three!"; she came crashing down into a third man, taking him to the ground with the body in her hand. "Four." She kept the chain, in case it became useful.

Yang turned to face the other two mobsters, quickly dodging another attack from Ace. Once again, there was a minute swing followed by two separate attacks, so she barely managed to dodge both. As Ace drew his attack back, Yang threw a bottle at a man with big black knuckle dusters; he effortlessly hit the missile out of the air, only to get launched straight into the air with an uppercut fueled by shotgun. "Five." Yang ducked, dodging an attack from the final lackey's katana from behind. She twisted up, taking a chair on her way and slamming it into number six, calling out, "And we're done! All's left is you!" as the wood shattered on his back. She pointed a fist at Ace, then declared, "Then I topple a King." She was impressed with how cool that sounded.

"You have one last chance, Blondie! I always get what I want; that's why I'm King." King shouted, still sitting in the same spot he had been. "Beg for forgiveness and I might let you off with a few slaps and a good time. Ace, let loose! You can have her after I'm finished with her throat."

Yang flipped him off, angrily shouting, "I told this jackass over here to suck a dick! Get him to do it!" As she was distracted, Ace launched a strike, forcefully whipping his arm around in an excess of movement, drastically changing his tactics. Yang didn't have time to dodge, and felt several dozen lashes tear through her body as she blocked, whatever Ace was doing acting like a sharp whip. Her ponytail came undone as her bow was shredded, and between the pain she felt more slits break through her unprotected clothes. After she lowered her arms, she felt her slacks start to sag, the waistline sliced in various places. In addition to several searing red cuts on her on her arms, Ace seemed to be actively targeting her pants.

"What the hell, pervert!?" Yang shouted, trying to keep her pants up. She looked over at Ace, still staring, his arm flailing in a deadly pattern.

"I do as I'm told," Ace stated, his voice wavering. "And I think shame suits you judging from your hesitation to undress. This shame causes weakness. This weakness will leave you in my hands." His eyes changed, a vicious lust tearing through the facade of calm. "I want to see your face as I grip your hair and force you to know who beat you. I'll do that after I see that face get redder."

Yang looked understandably disgusted, saying, "God, I thought your boss was a monster... Whelp, gotta kick your ass harder!" Taking her only viable option, Yang quickly shuffled out of her now obtrusively ruined pants in a very unflattering manner, saying, "Take it in, jackasses, this is the last and greatest ass you'll ever see!" Standing as proud as she could manage, she readied herself to fight exposed as she was; in addition to her breasts being barely contained behind her bra, she had her lacy corset, and now a tiny pair of black and gold panties that hugged her immaculate ass. Bright red, she waited for Ace to make a move, trying not to think about how vulnerable she felt. She'd have to end this fight soon, otherwise she'd have to come to terms with fighting naked, assuming Ace kept going for her clothes; judging from the man's heavy breathing, his next attack would be at waist level.

"More shame, more weakness." Ace continued to leer, his gaze growing more and more unsettling.

"Shame you'll lose to a girl in her underwear." Yang tried to sound cool, but it was still clear that she was unsettled by her audience. She tried to cover it by shouting, "AND I'm tipsy." She was really glad she could hold her liquor; drugged drink aside, she had spent the past hour extorting bar patrons, and felt a little wobbly. This fight probably would have been over were she sober.

Impatient, Yang saw the first minor flick of Ace's wrist as he attacked. Not wanting to explain why she was down her favorite set of lingerie, she grabbed a nearby table and launched it towards the creep. It was easily sliced in half, but Yang burst through it, her arm drawn back to strike.

Ace looked worried for a split second, but managed to parry Yang's attack. She kept forcing her fists forward, aiming to knock off his head with her ferocity. Her red face had swapped from embarrassed to a familiar rage, and her assault didn't let up for a second. Ace couldn't find a chance to try and escape and counter, taking everything just to parry fists with a knife.

Clashing continuously between blade and gauntlets, Yang started overcoming the much larger man, pushing Ace back towards the bar. Suddenly, she kicked back and shot a round at him. Dodging out of the way to avoid both the attack and the resulting shower of glass from hundreds of dollars of booze, Ace leapt to the side; Yang was suddenly really glad Aura would protect her feet from glass, but also really sorry for how much she had just cost Junior.

Momentarily caught up in her regret, Yang was struck with a flurry of cuts from Ace's shadowy blade, the darkness barely blocked by her reaction. When she stepped out of his deceptively large range, she took a breath and told herself that she'd have to end the fight soon, otherwise she'd have to deal with police interfering with her plan to make King pay for everything. Looking down, she breathed a sigh of relief due to how she wouldn't have to deal with that naked, her lingerie still intact for the moment. Looking up, she saw a small bit of yellow, and then a whole lot of red.

"You cut my hair," Yang noted, watching flecks of her golden locks falling in front of her.

"YOU CUT MY HAIR!"

When Yang regained control over herself, Ace was partially lodged inside of a wall, bleeding profusely and definitely knocked out for the count. She panned over to King, who was wildly scrambling out of his seat in an attempt to run. His escape was interrupted by a table being thrown directly in front of him.

Backing into a wall, King cried, "Don't hurt me! I'll pay you! For the night, for your clothes, everything!" His previously calm eyes were full of tears, and everything that would mark him as powerful had shattered into pieces.

Even with how much she loved emasculating men who thought highly of themselves Yang adored, above all else, how pathetic the man now at her feet now was. Stepping on his groin, she noticed that he was erect, remembering she was still a hot blonde wearing lingerie. She decided, in addition to taking King's wallet, full of credit cards, cash, and countless other things that seemed important, she'd do one last thing before getting him arrested.

"You couldn't have just been happy with me stripping?" Yang asked, using the chain she had picked up to secure King to a pillar, his arms behind his back.

"I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry! I didn't... Ace... I'm sorry!"

"Save it. You're getting what you paid for."

"W-what?" King asked.

"But first, this," Yang replied, undoing King's belt and removing his pants. As she confirmed earlier, his erection stood underneath his shorts. Slightly disgusted, she put on his pants, giving herself something to wear over her panties. Appreciating the new look of bra, corset, and poorly fitting slacks, she pocketed his wallet, saying, "I'm telling you, officer, this man's disgusting," and going back for her shoes. "He had his bodyguard start stripping me, then took off his pants!" She pulled her socks and dress shoes on, continuing her conversation with, "Luckily, I'm a huntress, but he blindsided me and got my top. I was supposed to be entertainment, but not THAT entertainment."

"What are you–" King asked before realizing Yang wasn't listening.

"Not that I don't respect that line of work, but I'm a stripper, nothing else." Yang moved back to King and traced her body, sensually moving like she was up on stage. "He had a bunch of his goons try and get me on the ground." She lowered herself to a sexy squat, booping King on the nose as she went back up, rolling over her breasts. She grabbed a nearby chair and straddled it, acting out more of her routine. "I'm... Uhh... I'm sure you could figure out what he wanted from me from that..." Doing a number of sexy poses on the chair, Yang floofed out her gorgeous blonde hair and made eyes at her captive. Getting up from her seat, she lowered herself so that her ass was inches from King's face, albeit in his pants. "You can see what happened to them, but then his main guy started on me."

Yang raised up her butt from King's view, then bent over in front of him, giving him an excellent view at her cleavage. With a playful wink, she continued, "The guy in the wall was the one I'm talking about, but I tied down boss-man." She put her shoe back onto King's crotch, pushing lightly at his erection. Loving the half fear, half arousal in his eyes, she started using her shoe to pleasure him. "It was then I noticed... Well..." Reaching for her bra, Yang undid the clasp, hastening her foot.

King grunted as Yang pushed her foot against his manhood, fighting the pleasure coming from his crotch as the blonde continued torturing him. That sweet smile betrayed the woman's intentions as he felt more conflicted than he ever had in his life.

"He had... Ahem." Yang looked sheepishly off to the side as if she were actually explaining to a cop, doubling down on her foot movements. She put a hand on her bra and made to move it. She waited until King looked ready to burst. As she saw him break, she kicked forward, pointing his erection towards his body as he came. Cum saturated his shorts as it shot out with nowhere to go, leaving the mob boss covered in his own seed as he sat, bound in chains. "...Finished. Without seeing anything, of course. The guy came his pants without ever seeing what was under my bra. A little butt, maybe, but that's normal for me." Yang laughed at King, the man who had said he was always on top, as he realized he was about to get arrested in the most compromising position anyone could think of. "Oh, and then I beat his face in."

"Wha–" King was silenced by a blow to the jaw, followed by about fifty more to every inch of his face.

Yang surveyed the carnage around her, pleased that she had probably at the very least crippled a crime family in addition to taking these scum off the streets. Seeing nothing else to do other than wait for the cops to show up, she pulled up the last remaining seat at the bar, grabbed the last remaining bottle of wine from the shelf, and popped it open. She took a long swig and looked at her nails.

After a hell of a lot of retroactively changing history to be slightly more in her favor, Yang left Junior's bar, the cops satisfied with her (only slightly exaggerated) story about what went down. She had slipped the near crying Junior King's credit card and a number of bills she had lifted from his and the thugs' wallets, hopefully giving him something to start with until someone took care of the insurance and lost inventory. She herself returned to a very confused Queen pretty drunk, about $500 richer, and with a new pair of pants, but down a shirt.

"I'll tell you about it when I'm sober."