Yang busted through the streets of downtown Vale like she owned the city. Her large breasts noticeably bounced under a black tank top with a bright orange sunset at the bottom as she took step after powerful step, never slowing her pace as she watched the sporadic male sidewalker turn his head towards her and her tight white shorts and flip between looking at her tits, ass, and the suspicious bag she was carrying. She smiled, thinking about how her body looked in such ill fitting clothes. Eventually, after winking at a few drooling passerby, the blonde rounded a corner and opened the door to the Showe Room.

"I'M BACK~" Yang sung in her head as she burst through the door to zero fanfare, considering the dividing room was empty. She knew exactly what a beautiful girl like her does at a place like the Showe Room, and she knew that it had been way too long since her last visit. She had been low on funds after her last purchase at the infamous exhibition area, but several odd jobs, some general allowance, and a number of sexy photo shoots later, she had money to burn. She added a spring in her step as she walked into the shopping section of the voyeur paradise.

Yang skipped over the first few racks of clothing, neglecting to even look at anything that was properly sized for her body typed. She passed by another person she didn't recognize, who responded by hiding her face in a number of tops, embarrassed at the thought of being seen. Yang held her head as high as ever, letting anyone interested in knowing that the Xiao Long herself was shopping for smutty outfits, zoning in on the level of racks that she usually browsed; she pushed aside the properly sized versions of clothes she already owned, looking for something cheeky, cute, or promiscuous enough to satisfy future onlookers, inside the Showe Room or even just out on the street.

Yang brushed aside a very short crop top labeled, "Daddy's Girl," thinking how amazing it would be to get Weiss to wear it given her legacy. The length would barely cover her diminutive chest, allowing beyond easy access to her sensitive breasts. Yang turned red. If she could get the heiress to walk around town with it on...

Burning the bridge of impossibility of Weiss wearing the top with a sorrowful sigh, she picked out an even smaller version of the orange top she usually used as pajamas or when she wanted something thin. It was missing her usual flame, but that always came after the purchase when she felt like adding flair. She continued looking and found a pale gold button up that possessed three buttons and not a single one more. Fully done up, her cleavage wouldn't be hidden at all, and if she knocked one button loose, her breasts would just spill out, perfectly framed with or without her bra.

"Oh my god I love it," Yang thought, realizing the potential applications of walking around town with the amount of cleavage the top would give her. She added it to her try ons and saw nothing more on the rack other than clothes she already owned. She grabbed an impossibly tight pair of black shorts both for the sake of showe variety and because she could always go for more clothes that outlined her ass. She continued on down the rows.

Yang reached the next sections of racks and smiled as she saw the sets of bras and panties hanging off of them. She immediately went for the ones at the end, remembering the sliding scale of scarcity that the store operated under. She giggled as she saw standard pairs of sports bras and shorts turn to casual bras and panties turn to skimpy lingerie turn to what couldn't honestly be called clothing outside of the adult industry.

"It's all so cute," Yang thought, completely obfuscating the conservative garments in favor of the sets displaying her preferred level of coverage. "But not what I'm here for..." She looked a bit more before spying something that captured her attention. "Still, cute is cute..." She grabbed a relatively vanilla, if adequately revealing, set of black lingerie and added it to her haul. "And that's pretty great," she thought as she saw the phrase, "Lucky you," written in gold across the large cups of the bra and on the back of the panties. She went back to the early sections and grabbed a skirt just to show the set off better.

Yang playfully dragged her hand across the hangers, listening to them clatter as she moved on to her real goal; she approached the fourth set of racks and once again skipped to the end, where the cloth was minimal and the exposure was excellent. She looked at the countless bikinis that served little to no purpose and chuckled at the lewdness of it all. Half of them wouldn't even cover her nipples, considering they were just strings without cups, and a few were literally just a single slingshot with a vague area that could be defined as the coverage section.

"That's a bit," Yang started, blushing as she held up what looked like the same amount of cloth that was usually wrapped around Blake's arm, only intended as a full garment. She thought, "Too much," before turning her thoughts to Blake wearing what was in her hand. She turned redder before correcting herself with, "Too little?" She continued thinking about Blake wearing her arm ribbon as her only clothing. She felt her cheeks turn ever hotter as she thought about her feline teammate wearing scraps. "Maybe not little enough."

Yang added the glorified black scraps to her pile with no intention to wear it herself, picked up a slightly more conservative bikini to try on, then backtracked and refound the top she so desperately wanted to see Weiss wear while her face burned as red as hers was right now. She called it there and made for the Showe Room proper.

Yang entered the breezeway before the changing rooms and scoffed at the board talking about the rules and expectations for the dozenth time. Looking at the table of masks, she picked up a featureless black oval and affixed it to the side of her head, covering some of her gorgeous blonde hair. She wanted people to know that Yang Xiao Long made the conscious decision to let people know that it was her, and not some other bimbo with blonde hair and big tits. She was some form of famous for her rack, after all. She grinned, thinking of her courtesy before heading straight into one of the shower rooms. She was ready.

"Hope you're watching, boys," Yang grinned, looking at her reflection in the mirror as the door closed behind her. She didn't lock it. "Or girls. I love you both." She winked, posed with her finger cutely positioned on her cheek, then set her clothes and bag down on a bench just outside the shower and removed her shoes.

Yang started slow. She stepped into the shower area, looked at her beaming self in the mirror, then stretched her arms upwards, pushing out her breasts and showing off her chiseled torso as her tank top rode up. Unsatisfied with her current level of exposure, she turned away from the mirror before lowering her shorts slightly, letting a lacy cyan thong stick up out of them, not even trying to be subtle as it clashed magnificently with her pale skin, golden hair, and tight clothes. She raised her arms above her head once again and smiled as she saw her panties' waistline unevenly hug her hips as the front piece peeked out from under her shorts, matching the cyan straps of her bra clearly visible under her tank top.

"You'll get more, don't you worry," Yang thought as she continued looking at the jiggle in her breasts as she bounced on her tip toes. "But I'm soooo stiff..." she loosely justified to herself, cricking her neck with a satisfying sound. She raised her leg up as far as it could go and hung it over the wall, her foot meeting her face as she placed her entire weight forward to loosen her body. She eyed the mirror with a smile as her shorts climbed up her thighs and rode up until they came dangerously close to serving no purpose. Her ass, already hanging out of them by a considerable amount, became more exposed as her shorts rode up, letting more of her cheeks out. Yang made sure to raise her other leg on the other side of the room to allow a look from the other angle, giggling all the while.

"All loose!" Yang thought, ignoring the fact that it was a lie to no one in the first place. She thought for a second before deciding, "Nah, one more," as she bent over to touch her toes, her ass pointed directly at the mirror for all behind to see. She looked at herself, upside down from her perspective, and noted that she could have achieved the same amount of cover over her mound with two fingers due to how tight her shorts were and how much they had ridden up. Her lips and only her lips were actually covered, but anyone could see the clear distinction between her legs and the beginnings of her sex. Fringes of cyan flecked out from behind the white cloth, somehow covering more of her thighs that her shorts, if only by a minuscule amount. She grinned and wiggled her butt, giving a preview of things to come.

"Okay, now loose!" Yang said, still lying to herself. She held up one finger to denote any audience to wait a second before ducking out of the shower and grabbing her first outfit to model.

Yang returned to the empty shower with a triumphant bounce. She held up the blank orange top and positioned over her body. Looking at her smiling reflection, she could see that it barely reached her stomach, wasn't proportioned for a girl with boobs as large as hers, and that the thin shoulder straps would struggle not to burst from stress should she put it on. She set it on a hook and began removing her current top; the orange half sun was pulled up to reveal the blonde's slender but hardened abs, perfected pale and gained through years of careful notice. She stopped before letting her bra loose, but only for a second. With a nod and a cheeky wink, Yang pulled her top over her chest in the classic pull she had seen everywhere, taking care not to knock the mask on the side of her head off.

Yang pulled her luxurious hair out of her top and tossed the black onto a bench as she happily thought, "Here you go, everyone!" to herself. She brushed a hand through her locks and looked at the cyan contrast between her skin and her bra. Her cleavage was perfect, her breasts were perfectly fit in one of the very few bras she owned that was sized for them, providing the ideal mix of natural lift and enhancement. "This is a rarity, you know. Not EVERYTHING I own is three sizes too small." She closed her eyes and beamed for the potential audience, squeezing her breasts together to display their softness. "Plus it makes my tits look ~amazing~"

Yang opened her eyes and threaded her fingers through her thong's waistband; she pulled either hand away, allowing the elastic to stretch before having it snap back with an accompanying cry of joy. She moved her fingers into the front of her shorts, struggling slightly with the ivory tightness. She very slowly started lowering them, pushing them down no matter how much the resisted. She dragged her shorts down her front, inching them down further and further until more of her cyan panties were revealed. While unremarkable visually, the smallness of her frontpiece only became clearer as she kept going.

"I'm not all boobs!" Yang thought to nobody but herself as she started reaching the widest part of her hips. "Do she got the booty?" Yang turned and granted the mirror a look at her ass, her thong now becoming even more obvious. With a slight bend and giggle, Yang slipped her shorts down, letting her luscious rear more fall out than anything else, the toned cheeks freeing themselves from their impossibly tight cloth prison. "Ahhhhhhh... That feeling makes the difficulty worth it," she thought as she felt her soft skin shift over her shorts. The blonde used the waistband to hold up her ass, pulling up slightly and letting any onlooker know exactly what it felt like to grope her lower half. She let go and let her shorts drift down her thighs to her heels before kicking them off. She bent over further before watching her reflection wiggle her rear as she thought, "She doooo."

Yang took several poses, modeling her amazing body in her skimpy underwear for several minutes until she decided enough was enough. She grabbed her new top off of the hook and began pulling it over her voluminous hair and the black mask, in absolutely no rush to do so. With half artificial, half real difficulty, Yang lowered the top as low as it could possibly go, which she noted was only a few inches past her breasts. The top provided little purpose, as every single bit of lace was clearly visible through the strained cloth, allowing anyone to see every detail of anything under it.

"Definitely a PJ shirt... Unless someone gets lucky."

Yang looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a minuscule orange tank top and a bright cyan thong that clashed magnificently with it. She felt like one of those glamour models and felt good doing it.

Reversing the normal use of the Showe Room, Yang once again left the shower, her butt bouncing with every enhanced spring in her step, and grabbed her other pair of shorts before stepping into them. Her perfect rear pointed at the mirror, she bent to the ground and forcefully pulled up the shorts, intentionally bringing them up way too far. Once again, her ass hung out of her pants, the only difference being that this pair was black instead of white.

Yang looked at herself, clad in her normal everyday bedwear aside from her admittedly useless mask. She felt really happy knowing that anyone who would ever having the privilege of waking up next to her would be allowed to wake up next to her when she was wearing this exact outfit. She looked hot as hell and sexy as ever wearing just pajamas.

"I know I'D like to wake up next to someone as cute as me one day. And then morning sex would be sweet, too."

Yang felt herself get aroused at the thought of receiving and then giving oral before starting her day. Capitalizing on her arousal, she reached behind her back, snaked up under her top, and unhooked her bra. Fighting the tightness of the tank, she slipped the cyan off of her arms and looked directly into the mirror as she began dragging her bra out from under her top.

"God, this must look so hot to anyone who's watching..." Yang thought as she playfully dropped her bra onto the tile. With a wink, she cupped her breasts through her shirt and stared at her nipples poking through the stretched fabric. Any of her onlookers could confirm just how horny Yang Xiao Long was by way of staring at her very noticeably erect nipples. She reached up and tweaked either of them, eliciting a series of moans.

Wasting no time, Yang dragged her shorts off, nearly taking her thong with them. Face reddening slightly, she slapped a hand to the front of her panties to prevent any looks at her womanhood. "Not quite there yet, sorry." She laughed a bit apprehensively at her embarrassed reflection, thankful she kept her modesty for the moment.

Slightly flushed and significantly aroused, Yang dropped out of the shower and into the other room. "I need to be more careful," she thought, thinking of how she almost flashed her sex. She quickly returned with a number of clothes that she unceremoniously dumped on the bench. "Or maybe I don't. I'm already letting them see these beauties," she thought as she looked at her boobs with her nipples still clearly visible through her top, as well as her thong clad ass.

Yang thought about a few things as she stared at her next outfit. With a revelation and a bounce, the blonde grabbed the skirt she had picked out and displayed it to the mirror. Taking no time at all, she stepped into it and brought it to her waist, letting the unmarred white cloth flow like water as she twirled. "God, do I even own anything this long?" she considered as she noticed that this would be the first garment she would own that reached her knees. "Then again, that is NOT why I picked it," she thought with a snicker.

Yang turned to face the mirror. Far more carefully than with her shorts, she reached under her skirt and grabbed the waistband of her thong. With a wink and a smirk, she brought her panties to the ground, not letting a theoretical onlooker get a glimpse of her now exposed sex. Yang stood in the center of the shower, not wearing any form of underwear and aware that people could know that fact. She became slightly more aware that she hadn't locked the door into her room. She turned redder.

Yang curtsied with a cute smile before reaching into her pile of clothes. Fearing her lack of panties, she immediately grabbed the pair she had picked out earlier. Still making every effort not to prematurely expose herself, she stepped into them and pulled up, sighing out of relief now that her sex was re-covered. Significantly more confident and proud, she stood tall before turning away from the mirror. She craned her neck and winked at any onlookers before she began peeling off her top.

Yang looked back and saw her bare back. She was completely topless and painfully aware of that fact. Finding a compromise of cover, she pulled her copious blonde locks away from her back to both allow an uninterrupted view of her naked back, and to Godiva herself up, letting some of her hair cover her nipples for her own comfort, even if she was still turned away.

"As embarrassing as it is, girls wearing just skirts NEEDS to become a thing," Yang thought, looking at her back in the mirror before looking down and playing with her boobs. "This is a really hot look." She imagined all of the cutest girls at Beacon dressed like her; Weiss and her diminutive yet picturesque chest, Blake and her more substantial and fuller breasts, Pyrrha standing like a statuesque goddess with her boobs free, Jaune, abs rippling... "Wait, what?" Yang thought as her mind drifted to prom all that time ago when Jaune had worn a dress. She remembered just how buff Pyrrha had gotten him and how broad and muscular he had become since his first day. "Gotta admit, he did get significantly hotter." She thought of the men of Beacon, standing as shirtless sentinels wearing skirts. The heroic picture she kept painting of the Beacon studs kept getting ruined by pleated skirts. "Eh, I'm sure Ren could pull it off. Sun, too. Damn, there's a lot of attractive people at school."

Yang realized she was still topless as she thought about the best examples of both genders. Attempting to untie herself from her extreme bisexuality and arousal, she quickly fumbled around as she put on the matching bra to her panties. She smiled as she noted that the, "Lucky you," likely referred to the fact that it was a front clasp; a golden clip would let any lucky viewer get a view of her breaking her bra open and letting her breasts spill out, or the prime position to make that happen themselves. "I cannot WAIT for somebody to get some hands on with this." She turned redder still as she thought about a lover handling that easy access clasp before turning around and putting on the small button up and knocking the three clasps together.

"Sorry, I was thinking of hot people and them touching my boobs," Yang wordlessly said as she turned around and modeled her new outfit. The pale gold of her top meshed gently with her skin and even better with her brilliant hair. Her breasts were again, perfectly positioned by her bra, revealing every single luscious detail aside from what lay beneath the creamy cover. The pure white skirt didn't quite match the look, but Yang reminded herself, "This is why I got it!" as she pointed her rear to the mirror and flipped the garment up. The reveal of the, "Lucky you," written across her ass was only accentuated by the perfect fit of her panties. The gold lettering clashed with the jet black, all framed immaculately by her pale thighs. "You all are really lucky, aren't you?" Yang winked as she kept her skirt up with two dainty fingers, her body still facing away, giving a very prolonged view of the shining phrase across her butt.

Yang turned and squeezed her boobs together with a familiar smile. Slowly, she reached for a button. Knocking it loose, she felt her breasts drop as her bra audibly became exposed; the black bra also reminding any viewers of their good fortune became perfectly framed over the unbuttoned top. It was as if the garment was designed to have the top button undone for the exact purpose of letting whatever was underneath be exposed and held up perfectly. The black of her bra was the perfect counter to her gold top, drawing the eye straight to her cleavage under two perfect framings from both garments. Yang made a heart with both of her hands and mouthed the now three times repeating, "Lucky you," overjoyed at how well the gold top modeled her perfect chest.

"I love how my bra and panties will let people know how they should feel. That's some great... Advertising? I dunno. Lucky them, at the very least."

Yang grabbed the edges of her skirt and curtsied again before bowing, showing off more of jiggling breasts in the lucky black bra, her perfect exposed skin rippling and the garment covered the important bits. She made a number of faces ranging from cute to lewd to orgasmic before straightening out, her skirt still pinched between both of her hands. With a wink, she lifted the flowing white up to her breasts, showing off the front of her panties underneath; a small gold bow was the only hint at the fortune aspect, but they were the perfect balance between conservative and sexy and they fit Yang's figure immaculately, hiding her sex but adhering to everything else like they hugged her waist.

"Lucky, indeed. God, I love skirts."

Finally done with her modeling, Yang decided it was time for the main showe. "But first, a preview. Enjoy!" Yang bounced energetically for a moment before reaching her hands up to the clasp keeping her cover together. She forced her chest out further, straining her bra as she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She made the most seductive, pre-sex face she could think of before unclasping the golden clip and holding the cups together by hand. She looked at the ground, feigning shyness in order to look cuter.

"Lucky you."

Yang gripped the inside edges of her bra and slowly tore them away from her breasts. Her perfect, rumor inspiring, constantly teased, ire drawing boobs softly fell out and rested on the hems of her top, framing themselves immaculately over the pale gold; the top held them up as well as any bra ever did, like it was designed to be worn like this at all times with breasts fully exposed. Yang just looked at her reflection, cheekily smiling as she held back laughter. "I love this top so goddamn much. My boobs look amazing, don't they?" She was in love with how well her shirt held up her considerable breasts. She only wished she could wear it like she was doing more often. "Unfortunately, people are prudes and I'm somehow not ready to show this much around town. It'd be awesome, though, seeing everybody's jaws drop."

Yang slid her arms out of the straps of her now useless bra and modeled her bare chest. She raised her hands to her breasts and tapped them upwards, watching her soft skin ripple with silky softness. She began bouncing on her heels, letting gravity play with her boobs like it seemed everybody would want to. Her chest rose and fell with her rhythm, hastening as Yang increased her pace to match her heartbeat. She was hot, and she was horny.

Yang took one last look at her jiggling breasts as she stopped bouncing before reminding herself, "And NOW, the real show can begin!" She left the shower for a moment and returned with her last pick and her bag before clearing the rest of her clothes out. She undid the other two buttons on her top before dramatically opening it off of her chest, further presenting her idealized torso, perfect abs, and still glorious breasts. She tossed the top out of the shower and turned, lowered her skirt, wiggled her lucky marked ass, then kicked it out as well. She stood in just her black panties and the mask that let people know that it was her explicit desired to be seen.

"Here you go! Sorry about teasing you earlier!" With a very sly smile, Yang hooked her panties. She winked, stuck out her tongue, and then began lowering her only remaining cover. In seconds, a red faced Yang Xiao Long stood completely naked save the mask hanging off the side of her head, fully aware that people could be watching her, admiring her, and doing any manner of lewder things with her in mind. "Just as long as you're not recording~ I'm not there yet, but you'd have to pay SOOOOO much money." Her mound free, she thought about her vulnerability by being there without clothes. Yang thought about how there was never any going back, but the beating in her heart had told her to a thousand times. She noted that, ignored it, and gave the mirror a full look at her wet sex. She took off the black oval mask that never served a purpose and tossed it out if the shower with a clatter.

Yang was naked. She was naked and horny, but she still came to the Showe Room for a reason other than trying on clothes. "Sure, a hot naked girl is sexy, but what about a WET hot naked girl!?" She covered her breasts and sex with her arms and let her blonde hair drip down to cover more, despite already having flashed everything. "But I still have one last outfit."

Taking no time at all, Yang dressed herself in her new bikini. The top was jet black and had a dozen extra straps to create a needless excess. The apparent complication of the spare cloth was betrayed by the fact that none of the pattern did any more than bring more attention to the skin that the small black cups didn't cover. Black webs of no use snaked across Yang's breasts, clashing and highlighting against her pale skin and focusing all attention on the massive cleavage, criss crossed with Xs while the top struggled to fit her massive boobs in the material. Plenty of her boobs hung out from beneath the black, gently raising and falling with unsteady breaths. The bottoms covered her sex and ass, but a close inspection would reveal that everything not directly in front of Yang's privates was more needless straps, making the garment a glorified thong with stripes covering the rest of her thighs. Stripes of luscious pale were interspersed between matching stripes of black, creating the illusion of modesty from a distance for the purpose of a sexy reveal of less than decent coverage. Her ass, like her breasts, also hung out by a substantial degree, the flimsy straps masking her rear making no attempt to support or cover it. Her perfect rear was pert, full, and on full display from any distance closer than 20 feet. Yang smiled at her new swimsuit.

"Kept you waiting long enough, didn't I?" Yang thought as she finally put her hand onto the knob of the shower, circling straight to hot. An, "Aw, cold," broke past her lips as the water impacted her, freezing to start. She looked at herself in the mirror, watching her naked body gradually get wetter, her voluminous blonde hair dampening and shrinking as it began clumping and clinging to her now shining body. The water dropped over her breasts, her nipples hardening further through her top with the new low temperature in addition to the caressing feel of water. The drops continued to slip down, merging with her own fluids coming from behind her bikini as she brushed a hand to her front. "Now there's a hot wet girl. Don't worry, I'm not done yet, though!"

Yang felt the water go from freezing to lukewarm to pleasant to burning. She liked the feeling of the water reaching just above the right temperature to feel that small sting of pain with every drop, but she lowered it to something she could stay under for a long period of time. She stood under the water, closing her eyes and opening her mouth just the slightest as she lost herself to the pleasant warmth of the shower, not even thinking about the sexual implications. She felt good. She felt warm. She felt clean in the dirtiest way.

Yang opened her eyes, looked at the mirror somewhat embarrassed, then turned and began rummaging in the bag she had brought to the Showe Room with one specific purpose that was about to be fulfilled. "And... Here we are!" she thought as she pulled out a bar of soap. "Lilac!" she mused as she sniffed it and waved it in front of the mirror. Returning her body to the stream of water, she fumbled with the slippery bar before rubbing her shoulders. She massaged the parts she dragged the soap over, following every motion with a swipe of the hand, followed shortly after with moans.

"Oh, what's this?" Yang thought with a giggle as she passed the soap underneath one of the shoulder straps of her bikini top, taking great care to ensure her arm went underneath the black. She repeated her movement for the other side, then started slipping the lilac scented bar underneath all the excess of her bikini, dropping it under the needless black straps and getting her hidden skin. "Shh, don't tell me," she thought to herself as she rubbed the soap underneath the cup covering one of her nipples before trying as casually as she could to make it look like it was an accident that she had pushed it off. Her shining body caught every light, and now one of her beautiful breasts did as well, the part that should be covering it "unintentionally" brushed to the center of her cleavage so as to expose her erect nipple. Yang bounced for no other reason than the obvious before "mistakenly" brushing her other cup into her cleavage with her soap run, revealing her other breast as all the pointless straps met with the functional-but-now-moot cups centered between her boobs. She opened her eyes and mocked embarrassment at the mirror, miming, "Oh, now how did THAT happen!?"

Now functionally topless, Yang brushed her soaking hair away from her breasts and removed her bikini top before roughly going over her fully exposed chest, stomach, breasts, everything with the soap, making sure ever inch of her body shined like gold from smooth, lilac scents. Once again stretching her leg up to her face and holding it on the wall, she looked at her reflection's bikini bottoms become dangerously close to exposing her womanhood as she pressed her damp tits into her leg lift. She made every effort to draw the bar across every last inch of her immaculate leg, watching as it shined in the lights of the shower.

Pretending she was in a far classier location, Yang drug her leg down, slowly and sensually as she dragged her hands up it, thinking, "The definition of class right here." She faced the other direction and lifted her leg to stretch out over the other wall. Her fantasies of fancy parties and seductive strips were broken as she remembered that soap was slippery as she felt her body move without her control. She spat out a, "Woah! before her ass hit the tile, leaving her in a rather undignified sit, her butt aching slightly. As if to punish her for her thoughts, the bar of soap bopped her on the top of the head before falling in front of her. "Gotta run with that..." Yang thought, growing redder with pure humiliation. She sat, topless, on hard shower tile after falling over trying to look sexier. She slowly put both of her hands to the spot where the soap had landed. "Yep, totally intentional. Totally didn't just fall on my ass," she hopefully got across as she made an overly saccharine pout. "Gotta admit, though, this looks totally hot," she thought, looking at her form in the mirror. The embarrassed, pouty, defeated look of her being topless and humiliated was likely in the dreams of anyone who looked at her, at it definitely was now to those who may have witnessed it. Her cute look of vulnerability from being hurt, topless, and still dripping with the water flowing over her turned back into lust as she grabbed the soap, spread her legs, and finished soaping everything but her waist.

"Hopefully that didn't look as dumb as it made me feel..." Yang thought as her face reddened even further, hoping that she nailed making the event look intentional. "Eh, they can see my tits, they don't care." She did another pass over her breasts with the soap being as rough as possible before lowering her face with a sly smile, her eyes on her bikini bottoms. "And now they can see more!" She turned and ran the lilac bar over the parts of her ass peeking out from under her bottoms until she was satisfied with their shine. She ran it over all the black stripes, getting all of the exposed skin in between with luscious rubs. She lowered the waistband until it cupped her now shiny smooth butt, still red from her fall, and winked back at the mirror.

Yang turned around and toyed the soap to her waist. She out a finger to her lips and cheekily looked at her topless self teasing the mirror. She drew the bar over her waist, slowly going over underneath her stomach. She did a second pass, lowering her hand ever so slightly. Her breasts glistened as water continued to fall over them. She moved her finger from her mouth to the waistband of her bikini. Her face shined with lust, soap, and water, the twinkle in her eye outclassing all of it. She lowered her hand further as her began lowering her bottoms, letting more and more of her skin out into the open.

"For you~" Yang thought as she kissed the air and winked. With a final small tug, her bikini bottoms fell to a heap around her feet. Her hand and a bar of soap was the only thing blocking the view of her sex, and the blonde knew that all too well. Every part of her was burning as she watched her reflection slowly drift its arm away from her mound.

Yang Xiao Long looked at herself in the mirror, butt naked, soapy and smooth, and showing every symptom of arousal as she purred with desire. She loved the way her hair clung to her shoulders, how cute her face looked coated with hit lust and inviting sensuality, how perfect her breasts looked shining under lights, and how her most private secret was lovingly presented, letting anyone with a loving god figure look at it and her. Yang was the picture of blissful want.

"And with that, I'm done." Yang looked at her naked purity after several minutes spent caressing herself under the shower. She turned the water off, brushed her hair out of her face, and held up her boobs one last time. "Who knew a shower could be so draining?" She grabbed a towel from her bag and began drying off, not really making a show of it. She needed to buy her clothes and get home to have some real alone time with no potential onlookers. She wiped the last of the water off her body and hair, hung up the towel, and made for her cyan panties. "I wonder how much th–"

Yang's heart and body froze as she heard a noise. Unable to react, she turned her gaze to the door, which clicked as the handle was pulled. She remembered she had intentionally left it unlocked, but she had never dreamed that this could happen. To her horror, a brown haired girl with a lewd smile and a number of outfits opened the door, only to see her, see her nudity, and then see and analyze the situation. Yang was mortified, but unable to do anything but feebly try to cover her substantial breasts and her highly stimulated mound. She eeped as she struck her sensitive areas.

"Uhh..." The brunette looked at Yang, unable to prevent herself from looking at her unclothed breasts pillowing underneath her arm. Both girls were bright red.

Yang stifled out a very weak, "J-just a minute..." Sure, she had just finished –not even finished– getting naked and wet for a potential crowd, but someone walking in on her like this was never in her plan.

The girl backed out slowly and closed the door with a bright red face and a bigger look of lust on her face.

Yang held her position with her panties around her ankles where they had been dropped for several seconds. She very quickly put them on, then threw on the rest of her clothes as quickly as possible. She didn't look back at the mirror. She knew the shade of red her face was. She didn't need a confirmation.

"I need to go home."

Yang grabbed all of her clothes, the pipe dream clothes she had picked up for Weiss and Blake, and then her bag. She hurriedly rushed out of her Showe Room, noticed the other shower room door was closed, and made for the cashier.

"Damn, that was hot..."