"You're kidding, right? Just me? Why would anyone want that?" Blake looked disinterested as she played with her makeup in a mirror. "When you have girls like Yang at your disposal?"

"Do I need to spell it out for you, or do you really not understand that A, people love dark haired waifs with clearly mysterious pasts, B, cat ears are probably at the top of the list in terms of realistic fetishes, and C, you look amazing in short shorts? Yes, they want the, 'beautiful dark haired girl with the cute ears and a secret,' all to themselves for a bit." Queen raised his hands in mock defeat as he finished speaking. "I guess that I just have to tell them no..." His tone was sarcastic, as always. "And they offered so much, too."

"Oh, really?" Blake smirked, but she couldn't help but blush at the complements. She maintained her casual look and still didn't turn to look at Queen as she brushed her hair. "How terrible."

"They're blonde if that helps. You seem to like those from what I gather."

Blake looked at Queen with an annoyed glance mixed with a sly smile. "Well, it's not like you're wrong..." She felt catty, but she also couldn't deny that she was interested in seeing who would pay for a private dance with her. "I'll do it."

"If you want, I could make it a bit easier with my Semblance. Ms. Xiao Long seemed to enjoy her time... If a bit too much. I promise that was more her than me, but she asked."

"That's fine. And please refrain from allowing my partner to do that again in the future." Blake thought about what she had heard go down when Yang "performed," and how she had been sent a certain video afterwards that gave her a good impression of how her night went. She turned redder at the thought of what was on that message. "How much did you say they were willing to pay for me?"

"Way more than they should have, which is why I'm considered a good business man. As for your blonde, that's up to her, but I swear that I won't let her go crazy like that again."

"You better."

"On your way, they're paying for your time." Queen started shooshing Blake out of her seat.

"Just a moment. They've waited this long." Blake took her time cleaning up her makeup in her mirror. She took a final glance, smiled at her reflection, and brushed her hair a bit. Once she was sufficiently beautified, she quieted Queen's rushing and made for one of the private rooms.

"Remember, they like the ears," Queen said as Blake passed him by. She cocked her head, wiggled her cat ears, and sashayed past him in the way she always did. "Oh, and they got drinks. Grab a bottle on your way. And don't feel that they deserve anything special; they paid for you, not a doll. Do what makes them happy and you comfortable."

Blake looked back, nodding to her boss as she made a detour. She grabbed a bottle of champagne and a few glasses, organized them on a tray, and made for the room with a distinct look of a waitress.

Blake slipped into the room, clicking the handle and pushing the door open with her hip as she balanced her tray. Inside was a tiny runway with a pole at the end, just big enough for a private show, along with a few seats and tables for the viewers. She placed the bottle and the glasses onto the table most centered, then readied herself for her one on one. She was a bit nervous, seeing as she had only ever done big shows on the main stage, and one or two performances of this size, but with a party of several rather than one man. Something about the intimacy of it made her feel like this was her first dance all over again. She absentmindedly brushed her hair again, knocking the loose strands of hair she had just put up back over her face. Nervously forcing a smile, she flattened the drink tray over her body and held it with both hands, hiding the bits of herself that she had learned were her most desirable; her waist and rear now sat behind a circle of plastic as she waited for her admirer.

Blake stood around, waiting for the door to open so she could get started. Getting impatient after several minutes, she started looking around the tiny room to see of there was a better way to greet the payer other than just standing by all cute. She brushed her hair out of her face again, undoing her work in front of the mirror further and further. She couldn't remember a time when she had felt this nervous, and she couldn't explain why. She tried to calm down as she sat down in a chair that would be behind the door once it opened. Crossing her legs, Blake waited until the person opened it so that they could start their session by taking in her shapely calves.

Eventually, after much fidgeting and self reassurance that she was fine with the events that were about to unfold, the door opened and a man walked in. Blake was shocked at how young he looked as he turned and noticed her; as Queen had said, he was blonde as could be, which only made his childish face younger. She imagined they had to be around the same age if he was allowed to order drinks, but she still felt a bit more comfortable knowing that the boy currently gazing longingly at her thighs was in her range rather than being some creep twice her age. She felt a weight lift off due in part that she also found him kind of attractive, at least once she got past the lascivious look at the young face. He had pinkish eyes, a round nose, round everything else, and a grin that continued to grow as Blake unfurled her legs before crossing the opposite side over. He wore a featureless black dress shirt and jeans, and a few expensive looking necklaces, playing with one as he followed her legs to her thighs to her outfit as he stared, not saying anything.

"Yes?" Blake asked, Cheshire smile adorning her face as she left a soft purr at the end of her question. "Would you like to start?" Blake giggled as the boy withdrew a bit, clearly nervous. Blake stood up and posed to better her figure.

Blake had her hair up for once. While she usually let it loose into the long, straight flow, today she has a ponytail to help keep herself cool and to differ up her style a bit. Her bangs still refused to stay behind her ear, and flecks continued to drip into her face. Her bow, usually covering her Faunus ears, instead tied the tail together to make sure the man paying for her got what he asked for; Queen had said he thought her ears were cute, and she liked that her usual marker of being substandard was instead a point of pride, even if it was purely for her attractiveness. Her amber eyes sparkled as she put on a playful smile that made her look straight out of fantasy as she scanned the blonde before her. She blushed as she thought of what she'd soon be doing for him and him alone, which only made her soft face softer and gentler. She had affixed a collar around her neck with a small golden bell, partly because it drove the Faunus fetishists crazy, and also because she genuinely enjoyed making a rhythm as she danced to her own beat. She wore a white zip up jacket with far more cleavage than was likely intended, as the beginnings of a decorative violet top were visible between the skin of her breasts. What the sleeves didn't cover were instead wrapped up with her jet black ribbons, tied tight into adorable little bows on either ring finger rather than just around her wrists. Her exposed midriff helped show off her immaculate hips with the help of a low hanging, off center belt holding up a black sheet of cloth outline with a vibrant purple that prevented any early looks at Blake's famed rear. The violet contrasted and complemented the dark onyx pants that dripped below her stomach and showed off her tone and the two very distinct lines that pointed to any man's end goal. Another pair of lines went down the sides of her pants, stripes of white hugging every single curve of her waist, legs, thighs, everything in order to show that it would be impossible for any average woman to fit into them, and instead only one with perfect legs could. Her boots likewise ran up her luscious and tightly bound legs, the heels increasing her stature as well as further cementing her idyllic lower half.

"Oh, okay..." The blonde started, taking in Blake as she readied the bottle of champagne, his breath seemingly gone. "O-okay... Wow... Y-you're very pretty." He stuttered every word as he sat down, by lack of oxygen or simply a want of rest. Blake couldn't tell.

"Oh?" Blake perked up her cat ears as she spoke, giggling as she saw the blonde notice his apparent favorite trait and shrink further into his seat. She was really glad that this person was the one she'd do her first private show for; he was clearly meek, unwilling to overstep any boundaries, and also cute enough to be allowed to overcome a few certain hurdles the cat girl would normally never do with clearly horny and racist patrons, high paying or otherwise. She thought him being so flustered because of her was adorable, considering she was almost entirely dressed save a bit of extra cleavage. She could have some fun with him, to both of their benefits. "Am I?" She tried to remember if she had ever seen the boy before, as he clearly saw (and loved) her, enough to pay a large sum to get her alone. He felt familiar only because he was a cute blonde that probably at one point she winked at, but she saw a lot of young student types that fell in love with a single twirl walk through Wonderland.

The blonde was bright red after minute one as he shied away. "Yes." He became slightly more confident and sat up. Blake gave him a glass and poured him his drink, smiling and purring just loud enough to be audible. "You're probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Blake couldn't help but blush. She had heard that line a hundred times, but the tone of the blonde wasn't one filled with possessiveness, lust, or a desire to see her with her clothes off. The boy meant what he said. She stood back a bit, stunned. "Oh... You're pretty cute, too. And forward. I like that," Blake said as she increased her smile unintentionally. She meant her words far less, but she did like how up front he was, even if the check he had to write was enough to show his feelings. She felt warm as the blonde's face lit up in response. "Mind if I ask your name? And what you'd like to see?"

"I don't really feel comfortable telling you my name..." The blonde shied back once again, not expecting the question. "I'm not really supposed to be here for a number or reasons. But since I feel like the luckiest man ever, you can call me Lucky. Is it right to ask your name?"

"Well, it seems unfair for you to have a cute nickname. How about you call me... Bella?" Blake looked at Lucky, winking as he accepted her admittedly lazy pseudonym. It's not as if he'd ever learn her real name, unless he got really brave all of a sudden. "Besides, it's just like the books. Everything's a secret and that makes it so much better."

"Well, okay, Ms. Bella, why don't you... Have a drink with me?" Lucky raised a spare glass to Blake.

Shocked, Blake froze and blinked a few times, her ears wiggling.

"Umm... You know that's not how this usually works, right?"

"I know, I know. I paid a lot of money to see you. I want to see you, not just your body. That can c-come later, right?" Lucky twiddled his fingers nervously. "Is that creepy? I just want to talk a bit..."

Blake didn't really know what to think, but as long as Lucky was offering, she felt there was no harm. She took the glass he had held out to her, sat down across from him, and poured some champagne. "You know, it's probably against my bosses' policy to drink while I'm working. But I'm here to do what you like, so I'm sure it's fine." She held out her glass to him.

"T-thank you." Lucky clinked his glass to Blake's and toasted.

"Only one, okay? Then I should make this time special for you."

"That's fine," Lucky replied, excited at the prospect. "So... What do you like to do?"

Blake still felt a bit strange that her strip show had turned into a date, but she decided to entertain the blonde in front on her. "Well, I looooove to read," she emphasized. She suddenly felt like playing with Lucky a bit as he drank up her words with his champagne. "I like mystery books because they're always so creative and interesting, I like reading about history and how the world became what it is today, and... I really like those cheesy romance novels. They're so bad sometimes, but they're fun to read if I feel like laughing."

Lucky smiled at Blake opening up. "Are you reading–"

"I also loooooooove smut." Blake emphasized the word, trailing it off her tongue.

Lucky stopped with his mouth open, gawking. "Like, with... BDSM and all that?"

Blake's expression changed from pleasant to vaguely dominatrix, gazing as if she were looking straight through Lucky, her eyebrow raised. "It gives me ideas... Some good. Some bad. Some naughty. Maybe I learned a few things that I can show you?" She took a long sip of her drink, trying not to giggle too hard at Lucky's expression.

"R-really? You'd do that?"

"Oh, would you look at that: my drink's all gone," Blake smirked as she put her glass down. "I guess I have to." She stood up and stroked Lucky's face, which was burning to the touch and the eye. Turning to give a clear look at the way she moved her hips, she walked to the end of the room and stepped up to the end of the catwalk. She ran a hand through her hair, listened to the constant beat of the music, and struck a pose.

"Lucky, huh?"

Blake started strutting down the catwalk, expediting her process of her usual routine due to the brevity of the stage. She twirled and jumped back, leaving a duplicate behind to bend down and wink, then followed by sending another that marked her unzipping her top. The next clone gave the image of the cat girl ripping her top open, exposing the complicated lattice of her top and forming a jacket. Her breasts were covered by pure violet, laced every which way to form a web that held up her considerable breasts without showing too much all at once. It criss crossed her neck, forming an X pattern that windowed her improved cleavage perfectly. A fourth mirror forced its arms back, stretching out like a cat and bolstering her bust and the desire of her stomach with a purr. The real Blake reached the pole as her white top floated off of her body and onto Lucky's lap, her belt and skirts following soon after.

"W-wow, okay..." Lucky weakly stuttered as he looked up at Blake, eyes set with perceived love. He placed his shaking hands over his champagne glass.

Blake met Lucky's eyes and purred. "Cat got your tongue?" She giggled as she covered her mouth and wiggled her ears. "I heard that in a book once; thought it was fun~"

Lucky succeeded an attempt to regain his composure and leaned forward, getting close to Blake as he looked up at her. "Well... What came after that? In the story?" His tone was significantly cockier, but he swallowed hard immediately after saying it. He slackened his face, sinking his eyes into a lascivious stare with a matching smirk.

Blake smirked as she thought about making her own story that'd fit right in with Ninjas of Love. "Though I can think up a better name..." Blake twirled around the pole and came to rest at the bottom, sitting close to the edge of the stage, right in front of Lucky. "Then the young, innocent Faunus girl continued undressing. She had her cute blonde lover slide off her boots, slowly."

"Oh," Lucky said as he understand his role in Blake's story. He reached out his hands and grabbed the base of the cat's boot once she lifted it towards him. Her leg seemed to glide across the air as he tugged at the heel, removing it instantly and letting a dainty purple sock be released.

"The boy removed her boot, freeing the girl of it. He looked on with lust in her eyes as she waited to be touched."

Lucky waited blankly until Blake moved or her other leg. He kept waiting. He continued to wait, watching Blake's smile keep widening, her leg still right in front of him. He looked down to her foot, her toes wiggling under the sock, then back up to her amber eyes staring right at him. He understood her point.

"Go on," Blake purred, smirking. "I am so glad you're not some creep. Here's my thanks."

Lucky hesitantly drew his hand to Blake's foot, caressed it, then began gently moving up to her calves, taking in the feel of her tight pants and the luscious leg beneath them. Blake moaned as he ran his hands across it, stopping only when she drew her leg back and extended the other one. Lucky removed her sock as she passed, then followed her lead as she allowed him to remove her other boot and the matching purple.

Blake drew her bare feet back towards her body after letting Lucky have his fill of her calves, never allowing him to go past her knee, not that he appeared to want to. Climbing back to a standing position entwined around the pole, she graciously said, "Thank you. These boots are just soooo tight sometimes," as she twirled again.

"No. No, thank you, Bella. You're just..." Lucky trailed off, losing himself in Blake's hip sway.

"I know," Blake giggled, wiggling her cat ears to Lucky's never ending desire. She returned to her story, spinning. "Then the naughty little kitty danced for him. The man just sat back and watched."

Lucky, still acclimating to his role as both private patron and storybook character, hesitantly asked, "Could you show me how she danced?" He poured another glass of champagne, filling it with golden bubbly liquid.

"I'd love to."

Blake put her back to the pole she was resting on and locked her hands around it, far above her head. They fiddled around almost unnoticeably, the ribbons tied around her fingers falling as she dexterously unwound them. She lowered herself, biting her lip as her knees splayed out, her pants still unbelievably tight and showing the smallest details of her legs. She held her position for a second, letting her breasts jiggle ever so slightly before thrusting her waist forward as she rose, directing herself towards Lucky. She couldn't explain why, but she really wanted to give the blonde as good a time as he could have, not because of his shy nature or bottomless wallet, but for some unexplained need to. She felt happy knowing that he felt happy to be part of her story.

Blake's hand slipped off the pole, causing her to fall. Lucky shot up in his seat, only to fall back down as Blake continued twirling, her hand griping one of her ribbons that now swung her from the pole. The other trailed behind her like a tail, affixed to her waist without notice. She spiraled around the shaft, getting shorter as she met the ground with her knees, smiling sunshine at Lucky. Her mock tail followed closely behind, coupled with her ears dancing on top of her head.

"Want to know what happened next?" Blake asked, bringing her free hand to her mouth to stifle her happiness.

"I'd like to say you could skip to the end." Lucky was watching intently, shedding the shyness and getting absorbed into Blake's pages. She pouted ever so slightly, intentionally making her face as cute as possible.

"But then you'd miss all the lead up," Blake mused, chiding Lucky. "Besides, we're just about to get to the good part~"

"Really? Do go on with that voice of yours."

Blake blushed as she stood back up, still feeling like this was the first time someone had flirted with her. She looked down at Lucky, smiled at him with a lust filled grin before saying, "This was when the girl got down to her panties. She made the boy watch as she hesitantly hooked her fingers into that tight, tight waistband." Blake made well on her counterpart's actions, forcing her fingers to combat her pants' grip around her waist, her face carrying just the right amount of want and apprehension. She winked at Lucky before turning away from him, pushing her butt towards the best viewpoint.

"Just watch? How could she be so cruel?" Lucky was leaning as far forward as he could, waiting for every last word as his eyes fixated on Blake's perfect rear.

"The girl was pure... Untouched by men. She was scared, but she knew she wanted it. To make him happy."

Blake slowly drew her hands downward, forcing her waistband to go with them. Black turned to a precious purple as her best feature became more and more featured. Violet lace caressed her skin, holding her waist and covering all it needed to and nothing more as it became apparent that she was wearing a skimpy thong, her flawless, full, beautiful ass pointed straight at Lucky, who did and said nothing. Blake let him look and let him look hard.

"Then the girl asked the boy what he thought. She knew, of course, but she needed to hear it. She had to know." Blake wiggled her ass, her mock tail twirling in the low light. She turned her head back, smiling as she drew from her bend to a standing position, her butt jiggling as she locked into place.

Lucky continued to stare, eyes wide and incapable of speaking. Before him was Blake Belladonna, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and she was wearing violet lingerie and a collar. Her ears, her eyes, her everything was flawless to him, and he loved every second of it as she continued to stare back at him, allowing him to gaze at her unclothed rear and the delicate straps of her bra. He loved the ponytail, he loved the way she swayed her hips with every movement, and he loved that beautiful face that was straight from fantasy.

"You're..." Lucky said, finally managing to break the silence. Blake continued to wiggle her butt, giggling. "It's..." His thoughts formulated. "You're perfect... You're beautiful."

Blake was scarlet as she turned to face Lucky. "So many times. So many times I've been called that." She strode towards him, standing on the edge of the stage, letting the blonde stare directly at the front of her panties. They were small. Very small. Blake became more aware of this fact as she remembered the her mound was the only thing covered; Lucky got a long, full look at her thighs and every single area surrounding her sex. Every single inch of her pale, pale skin was on display save her secrets, and this only caused her to warm more. Usually she was too far from the crowd to show off this much, but here she was, only a few feet from the one man in the room with her.

"That's such a cliched line," Blake said, biting her lip. She hopped off the stage and began approaching Lucky, who fell hard back into his seat. "But it's just so beautiful. Pour me another drink."

Lucky obliged the command with shaking hands, filling a glass with champagne and handing it to Blake. She took it and downed the entire glass in an instant, her ears continuing their endless wiggle. She looked down at the man, her eyes burning gold.

"And then the beautiful girl let the man take her in. So, so much of her."

Blake, a foot away from the sitting Lucky, danced. She swayed her hips, accentuating her usual movements with rhythm. She turned and shook her ass from side to luscious side, burning the image in. She faced the man and rattled her breasts, sending them out of control in her tiny top. She purred like a kitten as she pawed like one, playing to every desire of her patron. She ran her hands up and down her body, tracing her curves and going over her chest, squeezing and moaning. She let loose her ponytail, releasing her hair into the straight shimmering shadow that trailed behind her. She looked the man called Lucky straight in the eye and let him know he deserved this.

Lucky did as he was told; he took Blake in. Every curve, every bounce, every sway was his to view alone. He only moved when Blake started to slow down.

"Is that where the story ends?" Lucky asked, eyes glistening with joy. "Because I can't imagine a better ending."

"I can," Blake replied, smiling deviously.

Blake straddled Lucky, her thighs resting on his knees as he watched in awe. She caressed his face and smiled, her eyes closing to show that she was unimaginably happy. She retrieved her hand and hooked both under her top. Without wasting a second, she tore the violet over her head, exposing her considerable and perfect breasts. Her bell rang as her breasts fell back into place. Her olive skin was flawless, unmarred by any blemish as her pert nipples displayed her arousal. Timed with her subtle breathing, her breasts rose and fell, gorgeous soft pillows that looked immaculate, especially at a distance counted in inches.

"And then the girl asked for another drink."

Blake waited and waited, knowing it'd be a long time before her request was fulfilled. Lucky just stared, shifting his focus from her face to her breasts to her sex, resting on his thighs, covered only by a thin slip of purple. After a considerable time, both their glasses were filled. Blake swiveled and sat on the blonde's lap, her shoulder put to his chest and her head resting firmly on his shoulder, her legs off to the side as they playfully kicked around.

Blake and Lucky more than enjoyed each other's company as they talked and talked about books and history and Faunus and everything they could think of. All the while a topless Blake rested on the man's lap, cheerily drinking champagne with a bright smile on her flushed face. Lucky never made a move, impossibly content with Blake's actions and not desiring anything more than she wanted to give him. Eventually, the pair heard a few meticulous knocks on the door, the signal from Queen that time was up. Blake swung herself off of Lucky, stumbling slightly.

"It seems our fairytale can't last forever," Blake said, pouting and slurring ever so slightly.

"It doesn't matter. I got my perfect ending. Maybe one day there'll be a Part Two, but for now, I'm satisfied. It was the greatest pleasure meeting you, Bella." Lucky waved goodbye, beaming, and stepped out of the room.

"What a cute story..."

Blake was happy with the deal she had made. She felt like she made a friend, even if she would never meet him again. She was also glad she was done for the night, considering she was both tipsy and would never have the heart to please a bunch of racists and overaged kids after Lucky. She sighed, knowing that her story was just a story. Lucky was nice, but she didn't and wouldn't love him. Still, she went home knowing that she made a life better.