Heated chatter rustled through the crowded club. After the previous performance by the woman wrapped and then unwrapped in red, the air was filled with speculation as to what the next act could be and whether or not it could possibly compare to the roses. Words fell short as the intercom once again fizzled into being once more. The voice of Wonderland rose again with a few coughs.

"Hello, hello, and welcome or welcome back to my lovely garden of luscious flowers. Now, I know how much you'd all just love for me to regale you with how I built this Eden from nothing but a few scraps, a deep voice people love to listen to and some hard work and determination, but it's pretty much my job description to tease," the voice started, annunciating every few words in a sarcastic tone. "And with that, lets hit the lights, shall we?"

With the voice's words, the lights fell to almost nothing but black. People were motionless, eyes intent on the location of the catwalk. A few odd clinks of glasses were the only sound as anticipation waned.

"What we got tonight here's a special treat for all of you working hard in the Dust business. Hours are long, work is hard and there's always that one chick who comes in five minutes to closing and reads magazines for twenty minutes, but worst of all is that the big man in white gets the biggest chunk of your profits. So, what, pray tell, does this have to do with my line of business? Well, if you like a spot of reading tabloids, you'll find that a certain lady or two might show up in a few pictures in the "Meet the Family" section. I'd like to personally welcome our favorite Daddy's Girl, so sit back, and derive pleasure from the fact that daddy doesn't know."

Weiss Schnee's thoughts drifted to her father. To his overbearing personality. To his demand for perfection. To his unending comparisons to her older sister. To what he would possibly say about his precious heiress were he to hear about what she was currently doing.

"Well, well, well. Never in my life would I have expected someone like you to show up here. Yes, yes, I can see through the glasses, they don't hide that air of hesitation. The hair helps, too."

Weiss thought about how she attempted to be discreet when she approached Queen regarding a job. Her mind wasn't fully set, so she had wanted to be nothing other than a pretty girl with white hair. A scarf, a hood, and thick, dark glasses hid her from the world, or at least she thought they did as she entered the man in red's office.

"Don't worry yourself, love; no one would expect you to be here, so you weren't. If you change your mind, then I guess I've just been talking business to myself. But know this, all the shades and scarves won't stop people from realizing a princess is up on stage. You'll be known, and you'll definitely raise some eyebrows."

Weiss noted that her employer's phrasing just so happened to align with her interests. If there was anything she wanted at that moment, it was to be seen and to be known. While a lech, Queen seemed to understand her intentions, or at least was good at guesswork.

"I guess it'll be too much to ask if your sister is looking for a job? Okay, the eyes are telling me that that conversation can come later. Or never... Look, you're hired."

White lights tore through the darkness with the mechanical sound of production. Cutting through curtains of black caused a beautiful contrast of colors with the rest of the room, making sure all eyes were drawn to the lone figure present in the circle, music slowly starting behind her. Being primarily pale herself both in pallor and clothing, in addition to being on the far end of the catwalk, her exact appearance was muddled, but certain details made themselves clear: her copious amounts of snowy hair was pulled back into a lengthy ponytail kept in place by a crown-like decoration, leaving it just off center towards the left of her head. An intricately patterned light blue dress flowed out as it drew below her waist, the cloth forming a cone of fractals that flew like snowflakes with every shift before stopping below her knees. A shining silver bodice tightly bound with black strings hugged her stomach, shrinking her diminutive waistline and putting her admittedly small breasts into a more noticeable and perkier position. While lacking in size, her cleavage was highlighted by the vibrant red chest area of her strapless dress, contrasting the lusciously pale, smooth skin of her neck and chest with a crimson frame that drew any and all eyes. Her shoulders themselves were bare, but her arms were covered with gigantic swathes of icy blue disjointed sleeves covering the majority of her arms that stretched far below her hands. In said hands lay what appeared to be a rapier, pressed formally into the ground as a third leg in a formal salute. Her natural legs were graced by pure white leggings, tightly held and showing the world the unmarred perfection of her thighs and feet, which were held up in silvery blue heels. Sitting before her was a microphone, propped up on a tall pole, just before her lips.

Weiss looked down the catwalk and towards the impatient crowd, reaffirming her presence before the mic. "I am my own." To anyone besides her, the words she held in her mind were more or less words, but to her, they represented everything.

As the sonorous tones coming off the intercom began picking up their volume, the woman in white began singing; slowly, her voice began ringing through the room, cancelling out all other noise. She was unmoving save her head, raising and lowering in time with pitch and tenor. Her queenly pose was unwavering as her sword dug a small notch into the stage. The silver siren entranced with her song, with the audience forgetting the setting they were in, and more notably what they had come for. For several minutes, an audience of lecherous businessmen, slightly drunk workers and a number of younger men that looked suspiciously like they needed a second glance at their IDs were left speechless at the song of the woman on stage, focusing on nothing but the glorious tones and the image of the transient maiden. When the song began to fade and the lights with it, the room began rumbling with applause, only to be cut short by a whoosh of air, then a soft scraping followed by a rigid cracking that came from the direction where the lights had gone out.

Weiss caught her breath. It had been too long since she had sung like that, and even longer before a crowd. The air flowed into her, revitalizing her step as she moved. She remembered all the vocal lessons, the singing recitals, the parental abandonments when she saw the one empty seat at every last venue. That vacant chair was the direct cause for a disproportionately large number of decisions in her life.

"How was that for 'perfect,' audience?" Weiss grinned, listening to the last remnants of the cheers. She could have walked off stage to uproarious applause without ever letting the crowd get a clear look at her, but the idea of her, the heiress, going against the concept of her father's insistent 'perfection' filled her heart with anticipation as much as it did elation. "I'm done being compared."

A rainbow of colors fell upon the main stage, revealing the girl dashing around the floor, tracing several lines in the ground with her sword. She glided around, flying in between shining blue circles inlaid with a snowflake like design, drawing several lines before shooting herself to the front end of the stage and taking a graceful kneeling position. Now close to the audience, her demure face had a large scar across her eye, but in no way did it detract from her youth and beauty. As she came to a stop, the cracking sound was revealed to be ice, radiating upwards from the patterns she had made; six giant frozen mirrors rose from the ground she had touched, each one set with a different hue from a stage light. The perfectly calculated measurements allowed the mirrors to give a full view of the girl capable of being seen from every angle and every seat, each reflection graced with a splash of unique color, arranged in a hemisphere of red, cyan, violet, white, yellow, and blue, in addition to the pure ivory on the girl herself. The entirety of the crowd could see a rainbow of girls rise to their feet and raise their respective swords.

"I am Weiss Schnee. I am more than my father's daughter."

With a twirl, the girl and her reflections brought forth several shining white spheres out from the blade they each held, all accompanied by a slow waltzing tune and a few stray bills. Five lights began to follow the movements of each of the girls almost as if they were extensions of their shared body, twisting and spiraling in a reflected dance. Then, in a sudden jolt, the girls stopped their dance and dropped their bodies into an alert stand, the dresses and sleeves falling into place in an extravagant, shimmering mass of excess cloth. Their heads bowed in hesitation, their feet neatly aligned, their arms drew tight to her side, their rapiers held limply towards the ground in their left hands. The spheres of light continued their circle before settling in the air behind the main body in a formal line, hanging like wispy lanterns drawing attention.

"Practice, practice, practice," Weiss laughed sarcastically as she ironically repeated the mantra of her varied childhood lessons. She eyed one of her reflections and noted that the lights floating behind her were misaligned, which would have resulted in an endless lecture. "This... This is perfection. This is passion."

After a brief time spent with the lights hanging lightly in the air, Weiss began moving as the music began ramping up, her reflections following as she almost tied with the audience in anticipation. With her right arm, she grabbed the strings tied tightly around her waist and pulled at the knot, face still staring at the floor. Her corset unwound around her hips and fell to the floor without a sound, and she once again drew her arm back into the formal stance as she stepped out of the discarded garment to light cheers. She once again left the room silent as she stood motionless for several seconds. Slowly, methodically, the girl in white raised her left arm until it was parallel with the ground, hand outstretched, aligning her sword as well. She raised her head, revealing tightly closed eyes along with the fact that her lip was bitten, albeit more in hesitation or nervousness than the previously seen desire viewed on the last girl.

"It's time. Show them who you are. Not what other people made you."

Without so much as a single ripple of her detached sleeve, Weiss' hand flicked forward with a musical stinger, sword flowing with it. One of the glowing spheres flew forward, swiftly passing directly under her outstretched arm before disappearing, taking her hanging sleeve with it as it forced her arm forward with a beat from the song. The entirety of her arm lay before the audience, pale skin radiating in the spotlight. Her movements mirrored as she raised her right arm and, holding it place before repeating the gesture along with the cue from the song as she held her breath. The second wisp of light removed her other sleeve as the first one had, again revealing the lithe figure of her arm as she winced and exhaled in time with the music. Her nervousness was leaving her face, turning it from worry into a more refined look of control. Still, she held her breath once more as she flourished her outstretched arms upwards and forwards in a few deliberate motions. The lantern hanging in the center of the remaining three whisked to life, slowly tracing the path the girl's hands were drawing as it rose above her head. With a sudden thrust and stinger, both of the ivory arms tore downwards, causing the light to quickly drop; with a streak of white, the girl's hairpiece was removed from the off center location, clattering to the ground and causing her ponytail to drop into a picturesque snowfall. With her hair now set in a beautiful blizzard, she once again outstretched her arms to the side one last time.

"This feels... Liberating."

With several more methodical movements over what seemed like eons, Weiss motioned the last two lights forward, stopping them at either side of her waist. Quickly crossing her her arms in a sudden and graceful hold over her shoulders, the two lights were sent to the ground, taking her excessively intricate and voluminous dress with them. Just as the red frame around her breasts twitched downward, all seven lights went out, the music stopping with them after a final screech from the speakers.

"Here I am. Here's the heiress you all fantasize about," she thought to herself, remembering all of her attempted suitors, interested only in her last name, her wealth, and her status. Of all her father's men whose eyes traced down her youthful body throughout her life, gazing at her ivory skin in want. Of all the men on the street that glared with anger and lust at the virginal sum of the person who seemed intent on bankrupting the world. "If they could see me now... Hell, some can."

The shattering of ice was heard, along with a sort of scraping against the ground. White lights fell onto the stage, just catching the millions of shards of frozen glass as they disappeared into the air around the six poles. The girl was nowhere to be seen, but wistful sounds still echoed from the far end of the catwalk. Another light shone down at the very end of the stage, barely highlighting a swiftly moving white figure as it ducked into darkness, drawing closer to the main stage with a whoosh of air trailing behind it, breaking the silence brought on by the stopped music. The pattern continued as lights began highlighting the path, always getting the figure in their beams for a fraction of a second before the next one turned on. As the lights drew closer to meeting those waiting on the main stage, the figure flew gallantly into the air with an extravagant twirl as it crossed the stage. Landing in a dignified kneel punctuated by her sword, the figure now lay bathed in light, ready to be viewed by the world, and the world responded with a flurry of paper thrown at the stage.

Weiss felt free and in control. She hadn't felt this way since she left her father to go to Beacon. She hadn't felt this way since she earned the scar across her eye proving that a giant mass of Grimm was never going to stop her from becoming her own person. Her mind thought back to when she first put up her ponytail in an angle just off center. The unmarred symmetry that she destroyed brought a look of something horrified on her father's face when he saw. What she was doing now was just the evolved version of that original one rebellion. What she was doing now was reaffirmation that she was more than an heiress, more than a Schnee, and more than a girl pretending to be her sister because she was told to.

The audience looked upon a large mass of snow white hair, delicately covering the girl's body. The music began ramping up yet again as she rose from her kneel, painfully slowly. As her face lifted, rose red in color, her hair fell to her side and onto her back, revealing what had lain beneath he voluminous dress. Her breasts were now on full display in their negligible covering; while the crowd could say that they were lacking in size, they were too preoccupied by the fact that they were also lacking anything more than two small, lacy black cups connected by a similarly small black string drawn dangerously loose behind the girl's back, all complementing her beautifully fair skin in an immaculate contrast. Silver trimming sparkled and hung under the garment in the spotlights, which were just bright enough to reveal that the black cloth holding her breasts was sheer. The slightest hint of her nipples showed through, but her remaining modesty was kept due to the low lights and distance. Hanging enticingly low around her hips was an ivory skirt, billowing out as she reached a graceful ballet stance. Her thin body showed her full definition, lines of pale skin on her hips pointed downward in an arrow, bringing further attention to her low hanging outfit, placed in a way that was just high enough to not reveal more than was intended. Caught in between her short skirt and her newly revealed to be thigh high leggings was the glory of her absolute territory; her thighs were perfectly accentuated by her stockings, and her skirt bounced as she began twirling, revealing even more of her legs. After a brief twirl to model her outfit, the music began reaching a climax.

"I wonder what they think?" Weiss giggled, listening to the cheers, bills, and numerous lewd suggestions that the crowd bellowed. She could feel the fire on her face and the flush that permeated her body, but she couldn't help but imagine herself indulging in the audience's fantasies. Her, Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, removing the rest of her cover and pleasuring herself in front of dozens. Her, Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, attempting to scream in bliss as she was penetrated from every orifice while the rest watched her small, perky breasts bounce uncontrollably as she came. Her, Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, being taken by the crowd and made to stand, bare, burning, and begging outside the confines of the walls of Wonderland while passerby gazed at her nude form, arms tied, unable to fight should anyone wish to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state. All in the name of her legacy.

Weiss felt herself flush further. The slash against her father by being in her current dress on stage felt good enough to satisfy her desire to make a slight against him. For now, she was merely entertaining the ideas of the crowd. She would never dream of doing anything so lewd outside of her mind.

"But it might feel good... No. No. Focus. You're not done yet."

With a sudden twist, the icy goddess began gliding along the stage with the speed and grace of an ice skater, directing all her moves with her sword. Weiss' chest jiggled slightly as she drew in and out of ducks and sweeps and twirls, grabbing the poles and spiraling several times before letting go. As she spun, her hair flew up in a gust of snow, as did her skirt, revealing small, hip-tied light blue and white striped panties that clung tightly to her fit rear. She gravitated towards the center of the stage as six white lights focused in on her. Her toned body twirled upwards in a glorious spiral as she spun like a top using her sword. As she circled upside down, her skirt fell completely, fully revealing her panties with no teases accompanying the looks. Her bralette sunk downwards as gravity drew it lower, revealing the slightest hint of her soon-to-be unexposed nipples. Just as they began falling out completely, she tossed herself off of her rapier and returned to twirling across the stage, adjusting her coverage, face reddening further. She continued following invisible patterns for several more minutes until she began drawing towards the back of the catwalk once more.

"Can't show too much. Not yet. They're not getting everything," she thought, attempting to justify her half humiliation, half exhilaration at the idea of her bare breasts falling out completely. If she were to accidentally wind up naked, in reach of the grabbing hands of a crowd of lascivious men... She imagined the shade of red her face was before attempting to quiet her thought. "This is all they get. I'm not some whore; I'm a damn beautiful princess. Nobody gets me until I decide they do."

Upon reaching the tail end of the last spotlight's glow, she twirled around, conjured an intricately patterned circle set with a snowflake design that launched her back towards the audience. With a few lengthy and graceful skips, each one accompanied by a slight bounce and an insightful flash of her thighs, she twirled once more in the center of the stage before taking another great leap. She flipped upward with a kick and a flash that seemed to hang her in the air for several seconds before completing her circle, but stopping before she hit the ground completely. Another rune had appeared beneath her as she landed, keeping her a foot off the ground. She jumped once more, landing higher on another glyph conjured in conjunction with her sword. She repeated this several more times in quick succession until she stood several feet above the audience. The transparent nature of her magic allowed the audience a full view of her body from beneath, breasts jutting out with the smallest amount of the underside uncovered and her panties voyeuristically in full view. While not intricate or overtly tease-worthy, the light blue and white cloth delighted the roaring audience, even more so when the girl's hands reached below her skirt and pulled tightly at the strings holding them in place; as they fell off onto the stage, the girl hopped down from her mystic perch, leaving both them and her heels behind as she drifted down onto the table located in front of the dance floor with a step as light as snowfall onto a new rune. The spotlight was drawn to the two patrons at the table, who were graced with a brief but close view of her supple legs and rear, covered only by a low, thin, pale blue thong before her skirt drifted down with her kneel.

"But let's let them have some fun," Weiss thought, trying to cool her arousal. She was in control, and she was going to keep it that way. But at any point, someone daring enough could make for the loose strings at her back, and she knew no one would stop them.

With a red face and eyes she quickly closed, Weiss motioned at her skirt to the blonde man sitting before her and mouthed an incoherent command. When the man failed to respond, instead staring with his mouth open, the other, dark haired man sharing the table enthusiastically grabbed her skirt, close to her waist before having his hand slapped and lowered to the fringe.

"Watch yourself, pervert," Weiss whispered, glaring at the overzealous patron. "I decide how lucky you are."

She once again leapt into the air, leaving her skirt behind in the dark haired man's hand to the dismay of his blonde companion. Her graceful flip onto the next table was accentuated by the spotlight allowing a full view of her body save for the negligible covering around her breasts and womanhood. Her legs were still covered by her leggings, but even still left nothing to the imagination, only further defining her curves and drawing attention to the uncovered parts. She landed, light as a feather, twirled and posed, and departed for the next table as the lights followed, never making a sound that wasn't drowned out by cheers and lust, never allowing herself to be touched by anyone other than the ire-drawing skirt holder. Her leaps, bounds and mounds soon brought her back to the center of the dance floor after a brief foray at most of the roaring tables, right as the music slowed to stop, signaling the lights to fall completely.

"Everyone can see my boobs and my butt."

"..."

"Why am I so okay with this?"

Weiss' question was answered by the massive influx of cheers at her expense.

"But now it really starts," she thought as she made the final steps in the pitch black.

After an influx of drifting bills breaking the momentary silence, a painstakingly slow humming came over the intercom, accompanied by four more silvery orbs orbiting from where the woman disappeared. A very low, white light barely broke through the darkness, once again revealing the woman, albeit almost as a specter in the dim shine. Two of the wispy lights hovered precariously in front of either of her breasts, one was stopped floating over her intimate area, and the final one at rest at the base of her back. Her sword was held in whitened grasp, clearly incapable of being removed by any means other than the girl's decision. Her white hair shined brightly, contrasting the flushed red of her face and now the entirety of her exposed, lithe body as she very slowly, very methodically turned around to face the backstage over the course of minutes. The audience could see that nothing hugged her hips any longer, and there was no longer any scanty black strings tied loosely at her back. She stood before the audience, clad in nothing but motes of opaque light and long, long, long white leggings and bearing nothing but an intricate rapier set with six colored marks embedded in the hilt.

"I am completely naked in front of a crowd covered by nothing but lights. This is... This is what Weiss Schnee wants. This is what I want. This is me."

She finally completed her turn, and began what was best described as a strut befitting a princess towards the curtains bathed in black. As she stepped out of the spotlight's dim circle, the light went out, hiding her completely in shadow. A metallic swing was heard, and the four white orbs left their master's side and darted towards the front row. They struck the blonde man from the first table's hand as he attempted to grab the girl's skirt from his dark haired friend, causing him to recoil with a disappointed whimper drowned in uproarious applause and laughter.

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