Wonderland was back to being almost full. Faunus fetishists had really enjoyed the cute little bunny that had jumped across the stage in a familiar looking outfit, and the following days after every main act tended to draw plenty of club goers. Everyone seemed jubilant as the night passed, and soon the intercoms had to battle the rabble of the crowd.

"I really should announce my shows more often," Queen remarked over the speakers, something akin to interest in his voice. "As it turns out, telling people you have shows draws a bigger crowd. Imagine that. Anyway, this one popped up shortly after our last little flower after being pointed in my direction by a certain bombshell, and I feel like she's used to a runway; lights incoming, because I just have to please her along with everyone else." On cue, the lights were snuffed out, leaving the room in darkness, as was routine.

"You know, I've never been one for the fashion world; too many fabrics I can't pronounce, and far too expensive for a man that wears about three styles of shirt. Some of the stuff that goes on is just crazy to be honest, but hell, people make it work. You can probably figure out where I'm going with this, so do try to be a bit more professional than usual. This one feels pretty classy."

Coco, as always, was strikingly confident. She hadn't felt nervous in a very long time, whether because of her idyllic fashion sense, or her ability to walk tall with all the strength of a tank turned woman when too many girls she knew fumbled their steps; she knew she outclassed almost everyone when it came to style, and she knew she would always get looks from aroused men and jealous women alike because of it. Still, fashion shows didn't exactly carry the same weight and notions as a strip routine, but she was determined to make the night hers. Coco huffed. She was ready.

"You know, a shocking number of girls walk into my office wearing thick rimmed sunglasses, but you are the FIRST to look like they spent real money on them. And you actually seem to wear them all the time, not only when you're trying to hide from my patrons when you stroll past. I must say it's refreshing. She picked you well."

Coco continued smirking; she was used to compliments. As with most people, her first instinct was reading his manner of dress; Victor Queen wore a black fedora (old make, red trim above the brim, Queen of Hearts card placed in brim, worn at slight angle), a red dress shirt (top three buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, not ironed, not tucked in), black slacks (made of a good material, well worn, one belt loop frayed and removed), and dark shoes (dress shoes, weathered, featureless in design). From that quick scan, she imagined that he preferred years that had passed him, cared to look professional but didn't care to maintain, wore expensive clothes to look better than others while still being lax, and that he more than likely didn't have a woman in his life. Coco didn't ask for confirmation because she had been doing these reads for a long time, and was rarely wrong. In a rare show of likely unplaced trust, Coco lowered her fourth favorite pair of sunglasses (lined with silver swirls) and eyed the man in red before her.

"I assume that means business time. Well, seeing as you have a certain air around you, I imagine you came to my doorstep with plans. Please, the floor is yours."

Coco promptly raised her sunglasses back to cover her eyes. Confidence streamed through her voice as she passed Queen a few of her ideas. She knew runways, and she knew she could own this one like all the others. She liked talking to a businessman rather than some artist. There was less back and forth and more her telling him what she would be doing without argument.

"I see you have everything you'd like to do pretty much outlined, and I guarantee you we can make it happen together. Tell me what to do and I'll trust you'll know how to do it best. Now, for those last few parts, do you have someone in mind?"

Several pure white lights broke out along the side of catwalk, lining the runway and sending the gleam up to the ceiling. Music pepped up, a constant cheery sense of tones also differing from the usual mindless noise that was the norm. It became louder as a shapely figure casually brushed aside the curtain, immediately identifiable in a far cry from the seductive silhouettes that only gained their features at the halfway point.

"Show's on."

Coco did one of the many things she was the best at and strutted down the catwalk, forcing it to conform to her usual standards of fashion hall runways. She had specifically requested brightening the lights lining the floor to illuminate her rather than using the spotlights; Coco wasn't putting on a strip show as much as she was modeling, and she made sure the crowd would understand that. "This is my world, though I promise you'll find it just as alluring as anything else." She wasn't worried about the crowd not liking her way of doing things; Coco Adel fell under a lot of descriptors, and at the top of that list was outstandingly confident, just the right level of sexual, and constantly burning with a passionate flame. It wasn't like she hadn't spent countless evenings surrounded by expensive cloth, Dust lined combat skirts, and bandoliers of bullets being used as belts, but those were far from her only displays. "Sometimes the only difference between a fashion runway and a stripper catwalk is the audience."

Still doing what she did best, Coco modeled her outfit, her step her practiced prance she employed every last day of her life. She made it immediately clear to her audience that she knew clothes; the first thing noticeable was her hat. Resting on top of her warm brown hair with a warmer amber curl was a deep beret, dark brown and skewed to one side. It matched her ever present sunglasses, pure black aviators (her absolute favorite) that perfectly conformed to that face that let everyone know she was superior. A high collared, cocoa colored, perfectly fit top ran down her body, giving her a well proportioned silhouette of her breasts, complimented by several black accessories. Around her neck was a dainty, flowy scarf, and a handful of necklaces of different lengths, matching the black roses adorning a set of gloves. Around her stomach was a cincher, adding color and improving her waistline, itself adorned with a flashy belt connected by a crosshair. Dark brown dress pants broke through the lights, letting every member of the audience see Coco's practiced gait in a set of high heels. She flourished, twirling around a purse with a bullet lined strap, the height of huntress fashion. Even in a world of stand out heroes, she easily surpassed all of their looks.

Coco felt flush. Even though she was dressed in one of her favorite outfits, she couldn't help but feel that her location meant something else; she reached the halfway point on a catwalk in the middle of a strip joint, facing maybe a hundred people waiting for her to take her top off. She smirked, forcing her face back into that of a queen and reminding herself that this was her show, and she'd make the crowd like it no matter what she did. Her confidence held as she saw all of the men and women in the club take in her regality, gazing at her with longing and want. She brushed her hair and scoffed at being ashamed at herself, even if it was just for a moment. She ran her world as she wanted it to be run. Plus, she spied the person that has led her here; she didn't exactly need to impress them, but she wouldn't be satisfied until they fell in line with the rest of the audience.

"Get your looks in, everyone. This cost SO much," Coco thought, remembering how her love of scarves outweighed their price tags. As far back as she could remember, she had understood every last in and out of what it meant to look stunning, and her talents left her with plenty of money to fuel her hobby. Her passion had also allowed her to be the center of every stage in the fashion world, at least ones in Vale, so she continued strutting with confidence, knowing she just did it best. "I pull it off. Somehow," Coco thought, miming sarcasm at the notion. She knew she pulled it all off because she was herself, and that's just how she did things. Everything she wore accentuated everything else, whether it be her prominent bust, her amazing hips, or just the subtle color differences in between shirts.

Telling the audience that she owned this world, Coco strutted down the side of the catwalk, reaching the main stage. She continued in a circle, stopping at every corner to pose and show off her outfit. Taking note of where she was, she played a more loose, casual style rather than simply presenting; high fashion usually involved an emotionless step, but Coco playfully flirted with her body language to fit the less professional environment. One thing she hated about hitting the runway was how she was supposed to look blank, not showing any emotion even if she was wearing something fun. Dolls weren't as sexy or desirable as a cute girl that knew how to tease, so she leaned forward, blew kisses, fluttered her eyelids, licked her lips, moved her hips, made hearts with her fingers, and otherwise acted like the type of girl a man would see from across the bar that needed some company. Sending a few winks towards the tables and one in particular, she reinforced that she belonged there. Each stop at each corner was met with a mass uproar of responses to Coco's charm, and the bills marked their enthusiasm as the spilled to the gutter. As she reached the final corner, she turned back and returned to the catwalk, quickly disappearing behind the curtain.

"Oh, calm down, you children," Coco mused as she heard the noises of confusion thanks to her immediate departure. She had already carefully removed her top and all of her accessories, and was in the process of removing her pants. "Be thankful I'm a professional; you'd be here all night if I didn't know how to change so quickly." It had been less than a minute since her disappearance, but Coco was already donning her next outfit. "Oh, fashion, no one understands."

The floor lights took a more reddish tone as the curtains drew back, leaving Coco with a bit more unified color as she stepped out. She returned to going through her revolution of the catwalk, rocking a new set of clothes. She had swapped out her beret for a gold headpiece on the opposite side of her curl, her left side now glittering in the lights and sunglasses matching, now gold rimmed (third favorite) and gleaming. Her top was far more casual, a light cream hanging loosely over her shoulders that hid her arms in swathes of sugary froth. It framed a golden collar, glimmering with white gems set inside it that caught the floor lights perfectly. A champagne colored skirt spread out as it reached her knees, a slit in the side freeing her movement and adding more glimpses of her skin; precious waist turned to hip turned to ankle turned to golden heels. Combined with a smaller, sleeker purse, it completed the look of a huntress equally ready to tear apart Grimm or to be taken to a fancy dinner.

"This is what I like to call a, 'Treat Me,' look."

Coco strutted down the catwalk, looking as though her imaginary boyfriend was failing in his job of supplying her with a glass of expensive wine. As she reached the first corner of the main stage, she again started to pose. Rather than act coy and flirty, she instead took on a more reserved way of seducing; whereas her regular outfit was aimed at her getting men, this look was more for a date night, and her movements of sliding her finger up the slit in her skirt and gently brushing her hair away from her neck as an unspoken demand to kiss it was her telling men to do their jobs. She was a queen, even more so than usual, and deserved the best.

After completing one flirtatious revolution around the main stage, Coco stopped for a brief moment, then stepped out of her heels. Now barefoot, she held both of her shoes neatly in one hand, leaving the other free to begin wandering around her collar. With a dainty step, she started another lap around the stage, returning to the first corner.

"Please understand that I'm teaching you signals," Coco thought, educating the club on the signs of a woman that wanted to be satisfied as the heels in her band clicked to her gentle step. Sending another, clearer signal, she lowered one side of her shirt over her shoulder, exposing her supple collar and shoulder, along with hints of her cleavage. "A woman getting comfortable in her date night outfit is a sign." She hopefully drove her point home further as she lightly ruffled up her hair in between poses emphasizing her skin. The subtle disheveled look in her hair also told the tale of a woman that wanted it to be disheveled further. Her final act before leaving each corner was slowly lowering her glasses, exposing the definition of the term, "bedroom eyes," demanding that her suitor show her a good time with the lights dimmed. Even without noise, she made everything about her intentions clear, displaying what any man would want his day to end with. Coco always was great with non verbal communication; her expression alone could tempt others to her will, and today it was no different.

After a final look telling someone that they should bury their face between her legs and service her as a goddess, Coco left the stage and started down the catwalk. Again, she disappeared, though the untouched beat of the music and a shift of the lights to a multicolored rainbow kept the audience's interested piqued.

"Let's hit downtown." Coco put on her beaming grin, pleased as she adjusted the final touches on her new outfit. Again only gone for a brief minute, she broke back through the curtain, starting a new wave.

The lights lining the catwalk began to flicker, bouncing in and out of different colors of the rainbow, turning the strip club into a dance club. Following their lead, Coco hit the stage wearing an outfit made only for dancing; her hair was back to being pristine, only haven taken a few quick brushes to send it back to a clear state. Her sunglasses had been swapped for a much smaller pair, patterned with gold swirls (Not counted amongst her favorites, as it only served one specific purpose) and revealing a bit more of her beautiful face. Around her neck were several interweaving gold necklaces of varying length that bounced off of her exposed collar with every step. Her dress was black, strapless, low cut, and showed off everything save what Coco Adel decided to keep hidden. Her breasts were perfectly outlined in a rounded front, and her hips seemed to lusciously struggle with her hems, perfecting her silhouette. Warm yellow spilled off the right side of her waist, a golden cloth waving delicately with her step, matching a series of bangles that climbed up her left arm. The jewelry caught every light and every glimmer with her strut, made to be a beacon in the dark clubs; every move she made brought all attention to her wrist, which naturally flowed into her waist, to climb up to her breasts to her face, and then down into black stockings and platforms.

"I should have had him play better music..." Coco thought, regretting her choice to maintain the steady beats of runway noise. This outfit was best suited to high energy, low light party places where one was liable to go deaf, but she'd have to settle for keeping it as part of her show routine with a boring drone. "Not like they'd appreciate the link..." She again cursed her audience, none of which would recognize the true extent of how her clothes best fit certain areas. "I do look amazing in black, though."

Coco reached the main stage and found the first corner. Again starting with a quick, "They're on my strings," look to the one that had pointed her to Wonderland, she asserted her dominance over the crowd, showing off her powers over a crowd. She had started beautiful flirty, then moved to teasing and demanding, and now this outfit led her to its way of seduction for her poses; Coco did another thing that she was amazing at, and danced. Starting slow, she found a notable rhythm in her backtrack and swayed her hips, gently bouncing from side to side as her bangle ensured eyes were on her. Her necklaces shook as she increased her pace, shuffling her arms as she took a bolder step; her perfectly clothed waist took the music and swung to the beat, Coco's body following in turn. Her breasts bounced beneath her tiny back dress, taunting the crowd as her necklaces went crazy. She was a gorgeous spectacle, guaranteed to draw all eyes on any dance floor with her grace and appeal.

Smiling a genuine smile, Coco thought, "And now that I have your attention..." Taking the crowd's love and amplifying it, she ran her fingers through her hair, breathing deeply with a satisfied huff. Loosing her hair again, she backed up against the pole and lightly grinded it; Coco made sure everyone watched as she shook her ass and rode the pole, turning it from a shaft of steel to an object of envy. "I AM here to do a few things." With a few drawn out shakes of her rear and a few hints of her skirt, she repeated her club routine for the other corners, ensuring that everyone got to see her at her best.

After hearing the blazing cheers of all four corners of the club, Coco swayed her way back behind the curtain again. As she ducked pass the crimson curtain with a graceful flourish, all the rainbow lights turned bright yellow.

"Don't think you get a free pass," Coco thought as she beckoned towards her. "I'm not your toy." She hadn't changed into a new outfit yet, but she had far better plans. She was just the slightest bit annoyed at a certain someone that had encouraged her to strip, and now that someone would join her on stage. Sure she liked it, but the ever strong and ever confident Coco Adel wasn't about to let them win with their looks.

Coco blew past the curtain, surprising everyone due to being the same outfit sans her jewelry. They were further surprised as a massive hulking man followed her out of the back room; a sharply dressed Yatsuhashi trailed closely behind his team leader, carrying what looked like a shapeless mass, at least from across the room. With her ever present walkway strut, Coco returned to the first corner of the main stage– the one that had the person that had brought her to the main stage sitting right up at the front, watching with intrigue, her– and waited for her giant to catch up. Once it became clear that Yatsuhashi was acting as a mobile closet, carrying a rack of varied clothes, Coco beckoned to the crowd and called a familiarly proportioned blonde to the stage.

Yang Xiao Long put down her drink, hopped over the divide into the gutter, and came on stage, casually gripping the pole and doing a playful twirl to reach Coco. As she had been the one to lead her coffee flavored cohort to Queen, it only felt right to attend her performance. Even more, Coco had personally asked her to assist with her strip; the blonde bisexual had jumped at the chance to undress a beautiful girl, giving her the golden opportunity to let crowd grow envious of her lascivious hands and playful caresses. A girl stripping another girl was just so much hotter! And her outfit was, for once in her life, not incredibly sexual; in order to properly dress Coco down, she had dressed the part in a canary button up that actually had all of the buttons done, along with a tie and slacks. It still strained against her measurements, but Coco was the focus of tonight.

The trio of well dressed individuals moved towards the center of the stage, Coco still keeping all eyes on her with nothing but her presence. After making sure that all angles of the club had the best view, Yang made her move.

"So, how do you wanna sta–"

Yang was silenced as Coco grabbed her tie and pulled her head close to hers, stating, "Ah, ah, ah!" Before the blonde had even had time to react, the brunette had untied the knot around her neck, along with undoing several buttons on her top. "This is your payment for getting to see my show." Coco was loving the attention and having her runway, but Yang had suggested she strip solely to see her undress with her in a position of power; she wasn't about to take being used sitting down.

Yang stumbled back, her face growing redder. "What the hell do you– HEY!" she screamed as Coco's deft fingers effortlessly undid more of her top. She threw her arms over her newly exposed bra ("Too small, but that shade of yellow on her is gorgeous."), embarrassed at being Coco's doll. Her friend took the opportunity to undo her belt and start lowering her pants. "Stop it!"

Coco continued undressing Yang, listening to the crowd explode at her devious methods. Pushing the blonde's warring hands aside, she firmly stated, "Stop fighting or the crowd is getting a live show of you trying on some of my lingerie catalogue." She finished unbuttoning Yang's top as she struggled to hold her slacks up. "You can keep some of your modesty if you do as I say, otherwise I'm pointing your bare chest to that greasy one that's been eying you all night as I slide on your new bra." Yang's arms slackened.

"I so cannot believe– woah!" Yang cried as Coco spun her around. She felt a lot of eyes staring at her that she hadn't planned on staring at her as Coco pushed her forward and expertly slid her top off. Even if she had been on stage before, and even if she had ended up topless, she still hadn't shown anything (intentionally) before, so Coco's threat frightened her. Being up on the poles took a very specific mood that required a lot of mental preparation and planning; she had been in a position of power, getting undressed coinciding with her emasculating several men. She hadn't had a chance to prepare, and even being sexual by nature couldn't prepare her for getting manhandled and stripped in front of a large crowd. She felt and looked weak as Coco caressed her breasts and moved down, taking her pants with her. In case the audience didn't get the idea that she hadn't planned on stripping that night, Yang Xiao Long stood, center stage, in a light yellow bra and a pair of black panties ("Actually conservative. I'm shocked, Xiao Long."), not at all matching. The crowd loved her humiliation.

"Smile, everyone's watching," Coco whispered to Yang in the smuggest voice possible as the blonde tried to cover her shame, shrinking into herself.

"I hate you so much right now!" Yang said, angrily shifting as everyone looked at her.

"I'll let you keep your outfit." Coco brushed Yang's hair and turned to a stone faced Yatsuhashi. "You should be smiling as well, you know." Yatsuhashi didn't move a single muscle. "You're taking this a bit too seriously. Whatever, I have a fashion show to run."

Coco rifled through the rack of clothes Yatsuhashi held, taking her sweet time as Yang blushed brighter than any of the spotlights. She picked out a few different dresses, which Yang realized were all yellow, purple, orange, or colors that fit her rather than the one she had thought would be wearing them. Someone in the crowd whistled at her, angering her further as she realized that this has always been the intention. She was annoyed, angry, and incredibly embarrassed, but Coco's reasoning over trying to use her did strike a chord. And if she got to keep one of the outfits, it might be worth being a toy, but she'd have to have her revenge when flashing an audience wasn't at stake.

After enjoying Yang meekly covering her bra and panties, Coco held up a lovely yellow dress to the blonde's chest. She only gave her a second of respite from being exposed before she hung it back on Yatsuhashi and checked out another one. After going through what seemed like half of the clothes on her mobile closet, Coco held up a gorgeous dress, the perfect shade of lilac to bring out Yang's eyes and just the right level of risqué for her tastes. She brushed her closet aside and motioned to Yang that she could get dressed.

Still blushing and angry, Yang said, "I'm so getting you back for this." She reached for the dress Coco was holding.

"I don't care," Coco replied, pushing Yang's hand away and dressing her herself. She drew the dress over the mass of blonde hair as Yang wriggled into it, angry over being embarrassed in front of so many people and now being treated like she couldn't put on a dress. Coco pulled the lilac down, struggling as she reached the bountiful yellow bra, near overflowing as always. "You need a bra that fits," she said, getting a close look at Yang's legendary cleavage. She forced the blonde's new dress down, only to struggle with her shapely hips. Eventually, she stepped back, proud of her decision.

"Shut up," Yang said, too annoyed to come up with a proper reply. As she watched Coco step back and admire her, she raised her arms and looked down at her new dress; she didn't have a mirror, but she recognized that shade of violet, seeing as she saw it in her eyes every day. It was strapless, low cut, tight (although not nearly as tight as the dresses she usually wore), and made her bust and hips look like they belonged to a goddess. The only thing marring the beauty of it and her was that her bra was showing. Coco quickly corrected that, turning her around, undoing her bra and zipping up the back. Again embarrassed now that she was undone, Yang covered her chest as she removed her bra. "But this does look really cute."

"And now it's all yours. You're welcome to go and hide now."

"One day. One day soon." Yang glared at Coco and turned around, grabbing her clothes and leaving for backstage.

Coco spanked Yang's well framed ass as she passed, eliciting a cry of pain and anger from the blonde, quickly drowned out by cat calls and hoots from the crowd. Yang huffed and angrily stomped down the catwalk before disappearing behind the curtain.

"Back to me, darlings."

Coco waved to the crowd, bringing attention back from the red faced Yang, and motioned for Yatsuhashi to ready himself. She did a few quick poses before undoing the gold clip that held the flowing cloth. Draping it over Yatsuhashi, Coco returned to the crowd and did something she never did; she slowly raised her fingers and took off her sunglasses. Her face suddenly went from seductive and alluring to surprisingly vulnerable. It was like she was whole new person.

"Damn, that's so much harder than what I'm about to do..."

Coco, still feeling slightly weaker from removing her glasses, did another thing that made her seem vulnerable; taking her glasses in hand, she flipped out a bridge and put the end in her mouth, setting it between her teeth while treating the audience to an unobscured set of bedroom eyes. Coco Adel looked like she was about to have sex, her flippant gaze mixing with her little black dress mixing with her sensual air. She radiated warmth as she gripped the edges of her skirt and took a deep breath.

"You've worn this before, girl. You can do it again."

Coco did an adorable wiggle as she started shimmying out of her dress. As if to reinforce the fact that she was experienced in romance, late nights, and class, she shook her way out of that little black dress and revealed lingerie; she readjusted her bra straps, initially left undone to hide them for her strapless dress, but when she finished, she looked idyllic. Naturally, her choice was perfect for her body size, hair color, and fashion. Around her breasts was nothing but brown transparent lace, showing her nipples in all their glory. Connected to it was what could technically be called a corset, though the similarly see through fabric likely provided zero support, though Coco's proportions ensured it didn't need to. Bows fell down from the center, starting from her cleavage and trailing right over a warm amber garter belt. Below that was a lacy pair of coffee colored panties, a thicker cloth hiding her sex while showing off her amazing rear with little obstruction. As she took a pose, the world saw her creamy white thighs highlighted in between her panties and her stockings. It was the look of a woman with class.

"Same outfit, different audience."

It hadn't been the first time Coco had worn the set of lingerie on a stage. She'd been in a number of fashion shows, and a number including some very naughty outfits. That being said, the people that had watched her then were fashion designers and women looking to purchase such clothes, and definitely not a crowd of 20 somethings with dirty thoughts and businessmen looking for mistresses to spoil. Coupled with the relatively low key atmosphere and the fact that there had been other girls wearing less, Coco had felt significantly more confident that people could see her breasts. Now that she was the sole model, and in front of such a lascivious crowd, she felt both exhilaration and nervousness. She spied Yang, having returned to her seat after changing back into her businessy outfit. She was staring just as intently as any of the other patrons, taking in her curves and exposure. This was what the blonde had wanted: to see her cute friend stripped down to her lingerie. She grinned her characteristic grin.

"Same outfit, different audience!"

Coco reaffirmed her resolve as she made another circle around the stage, showing off her body in all if it's glory in lacy, racy underwear. This was an outfit that was only meant to be worn when the woman wearing it intended to take it off soon. Coco took that power over her body and focused it into a strut more powerful than any she had had before. With a playful kick, Coco hit each of the corners, showing off her style and her breasts before stepping back onto the catwalk. The lights lining the stage faded into nothingness, leaving the club black for several long moments.

"Like hell I'm done!"

Coco burst back out onto the catwalk, the floor lights erupting into hundreds of amber beacons pointed straight up. Coco possessed the catwalk as she raised her arms over her head, presenting her power in another outfit; she was dressed in coffee, swirling creams mixing in and flavoring the warm brown that clothed her. The immaculate pattern flowed across her body, the dress once again highlighting every last inch of her body despite hiding it away. Good lined every hem, capturing the separation between the art of the dress and the art of the female form while simultaneously fusing them into what could only be described as fashion. The material held to her body from her neck to her knees, but the absolute culmination of years bending runways to her will ensured that attention was captured and chained. Her trademark favorite sunglasses again adorned her face, bringing back the confidence that had been taken when she had removed them. Her hat also made another appearance, offsetting to flow with her golden curl.

"THIS IS THE HEIGHT!"

Coco presented her body and dress along with a purse. It (unsurprisingly) matched with her dress, a black base set with golden studs and held via an array of bullets. Reminding the world of her status as a queen and as a huntress, the girl hit the center of the main stage and flared to life, showing everything that marked her as superior. The huntress handbag in her palm unfurled, quickly turning from a fashionable accessory to an absurdly sized Gatling gun, colored striking black and shining gold. She slammed it on the ground, showing it weighed near infinite while she posed herself reclining on it.

"Welcome to my worlds," Coco thought, smirking at the stunned crowd. "I entice. I exterminate." She was a huntress, and she was a damn good one, but she was also acting as a dancer. Bringing as much attention to her legs as possible, she raised one over the six barreled turret and straddled her weapon of war. She posed as if riding a horse, as if riding as motorcycle, and as if riding her man. "And boy, do I have fun doing it." She passed a hand back and gently went for the trigger.

"Oh, yesssss..."

Coco felt the rumbling of her minigun as she straddled the turret. She lost herself as she felt six individual barrels cycle their way through, never firing as she pumped the trigger. The quaking as she rode her turret caused her to lose her mind; mewls broke through her lips as she lightly grinded her gun, letting the vibrations take her to unheard of heights. As she started to scream, she stopped, finishing her bucks as she calmed herself.

Coco rose from her minigun, collapsing it into a purse as she stopped feeling it rumble against her mound. The vibrations felt divine, but she was only there to tease. It's a final flourish, she turned, her immaculately clothed rear losing the audience in the creamy swirls of caffeine. She started back to the curtain.

"It's a shame, really."

Coco moved her hand into her purse and withdrew something. She raised the object over her head and produced an electric blue light. A dark mist formed around her fingertips, the storm cloud brought on by an aura injection into a shining blue Dust crystal. The puff of black sparked with lightning before it began to shower; the cloud trailed behind Coco, dousing her with a heavy rain and leaving her drenched as she drew to the catwalk.

"This was such a nice dress..."

As Coco's hair started clinging to her face and drops of rain hung from her shoulders, the crowd noticed that her dress was sagging. Her summon of inclement weather poured down, taking her dress with it, the water soluble material fading into mush and it sloshed off of her bare body. As she kept walking, more and more of her pale skin became clear as sections of the dress fell from her body.

"I'll have to get another one made."

With one last knowing look back, Coco lowered her glasses and winked as the front of her dress collapsed under the weight of the rain, her breasts no doubt completely uncovered. She turned back, strutting that strut as her dress faded from existence, her lower back coming into view. Coco snapped, igniting the Dust further; a heavier downpour took the last of her miraculous outfit away from her hips, leaving her in nothing but a pair of drenched amber panties. The soaked girl disappeared behind the curtain, leaving a wake of mushy material and the wet footsteps of a fashionista that knew what people needed. The crowd responded as they should.

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