Without Torchwick around to raise Cain and shout at people, Neo found her days a lot more boring. Being a mute made it difficult to trade barbs with people, and although her abilities were very useful for pranks, there was only so much fun to be had before such japery got dull. The White Fang were a bunch of stiffs who were apparently led by the Prince of the Try-Hard Kingdom, and she generally found Cinder's crew to be a lot less fun without Roman to play off of.

This was how Neo found herself strolling through one of Roman's secret stashes in the warehouse district, hidden under the floor and accessed by a modified shipping container the size of a bus. Roman had stashes hidden in locations that he'd only confided in her, ones that even Cinder didn't know about; he'd found that Neo being both loyal to him in particular, as well as a mute, made her the perfect confidant for his naughtiest secrets. Truth be told, Neo was just looking for some trouble to get into: she couldn't deceive herself into thinking she'd find a weapon or any kind of means to defeat Cinder, let alone Cinder plus her personal cronies, plus the White Fang who were still willing to obey her by way of Adam's leadership. If it could kill time until Roman needed her to act, Neo was happy to snoop through dusty crates all night long, just for a laugh.

All of a sudden, Neo felt a weird sensation in her gut. She felt like a weird force was tugging on her, like it was trying to lead her. Turning from left to right, Neo quirked an eyebrow. The sensation was trying to lead her to a gloomy corner of the stash, so Neo indulged her curiosity a bit. Finding the corner walled off by huge metal crates, Neo's interest was most certainly piqued. What could Roman have in here that he'd want to hide it away like this? A hop, a skip, and a jump later, Neo had cleared the barrier. What she found was underwhelming, to say the very least: a shabby table cloth, draped over what Neo was disappointed to see was a very plain mirror. An oblong of pewter six feet tall, two-and-a-half feet wide, and at least two inches thick, the surface was silvered to capture a reflection. It didn't do a very good job, since the image was hazy even before taking into account how the silvering method was apparently a rush job, judging by how it warped and chipped away at the edges. Still, it had an inexorable draw to it, so Neo decided to humor the dingy old thing. Finding a convenient ebony stool to pull closer, Neo took a seat and crossed her legs, fiddling with her parasol as she tried to observe some sort of change.

Minutes dragged on with no results. Neo stared long and hard at the mirror, furrowed her brow and focused on it. Still there were no changes in the mirror, although its pull remained too inexorable to just get up and leave. Soon enough, Neo's mind began to wander, as her eyes slid out of focus. She thought about Roman for a minute, about Cinder and Adam and all the rest, before her thoughts drifted to an unexpected place: Yang Xiao Long. Of course Neo only knew her name from what intel Cinder's group had managed to gather before the little incident which landed Roman in jail — and Yang had been as instrumental as all the others who repelled the Grimm, and apprehended her favorite criminal mastermind — but once Yang entered her thoughts, Neo couldn't help but fixate on her. Neo wanted to muster up some bile, some evil thoughts about that blonde blowhard, but she found herself fascinated by replaying the fight in her mind. Every step, every strike, every intake of breath; Neo liked to think of a fight like dancing, and she hadn't had such a fun dance partner in a long time.

Every blow Yang had let fly carried so much resentment, so much anger, so much embarrassment. Neo continued to revel in how her escape with Roman prior to their scuffle on the train had gotten under Yang's skin, not to mention how easy it was to turn Team RWBY's resident powerhouse's brute force against her. Yang was so cute when she was angry, Neo had to admit: the way her shoulders hackled up, the way she stomped around impudently, the way her teeth set tightly and her eyes burned with rage. Uncrossing and recrossing her legs with a little shudder, Neo fondly recollected how Yang looked when they were fighting. She wasn't just endowed with sheer force, but she was a total bombshell! Neo's face turned a little pink, her nostrils flared when she thought about Yang's golden curls sweeping through the air, scented with shampoo and sweat. Those sturdy hips that rolled side to side as they threw 100% into every punch, those generous thighs that were nicely displayed by her short-shorts and that quivered with every forceful advance, those blushing breasts heaving with every gasp when Neo floored her…If that buzzkill hadn't shown up to rain on Neo's parade, she would have had to choose very carefully: when she'd drawn her parasol's hidden blade, she hadn't decided whether she'd slit Yang's throat, or carefully cut her clothes away like a precious present. Legs now uncrossed and planted squarely on the floor, Neo wrapped her hands tightly around her parasol as she fantasized, eyes closed and narrow thighs rubbing together with arousal…

Forcing her eyes open before she got too excited, Neo tried to tamp down those thoughts. It simply wouldn't do to indulge in such things in a place like this; as much as she loathed her, Neo had to admit that Yang was too much of a treat to fantasize over and pleasure herself to in a cave under a warehouse. Back at her room with a glass of fine wine, most certainly, but not in a gloomy corner of a dusty pit. As she got up to leave, however, Neo was startled to see the mirror had been transformed! As if it had been repaired or completed while she fantasized, the mirror now had an ebony frame with four clawed feet to support it, and intricately-whorled panels of malachite inlaid above the top. The mirror itself was newly-polished and clear, so that Neo could see her own surprised face as clear as the mirror in her vanity back at base. The image suddenly spun out of focus, blurred and swirling with fog. When it righted itself, Neo found herself looking not at her own reflection, but at Yang. The blonde bruiser was lying peacefully in bed, wearing a tight orange t-shirt and little black shorts. Before Neo's eyes, the image zoomed in just a bit, before transforming once again. Neo was now seeing Yang in class, although most of the student's faces were in shadow, with only the rest of Team RWBY and the portly professor visible. As Neo brushed her fingertips across Yang's face, the mirror rippled like liquid. Suddenly, Neo's lips curled up into a nefarious grin, as she realized what exactly she had discovered.

It was the malachite that tipped her off to what exactly she was looking at. Neo had heard that even after the advent of Dust, many magic practitioners would use stones to enhance their Aura, as well as storing small amounts of it for an emergency reserve. In addition to magnifying the potential of their Semblance and enhancing their Aura's protection and healing, certain precious stones held innate properties that could essentially be used to cast spells. Malachite in particular was a stone of creativity, of imagination, of reviving memories…It was also a stone of dreams. Lucid dreams, prophetic dreams, even the remote viewing of and astral projection into dreams, all of these and more resided comfortably in malachite's domain. Additionally, malachite was revered as a protective aid for travelers on long journeys, not to mention an aid in scrying. Coupled with the remarkable properties which could be gleaned from a mirror, and this had to be an artifact of monumental power. As Neo playfully tapped her fingers on the surface, watching the image of Yang's class ripple and quiver, Neo contemplated how Roman could have possibly found something like this. Whatever heist or crooked deal had won this mirror, it was no wonder that the criminal maven had hidden it so thoroughly: Roman was not all that well-versed in the occult history of Remnant, so when he interacted with the mirror, he probably assumed it was cursed or haunted. Neo, however, knew exactly what the potential of such an item was…Not to mention some fun ideas on how to abuse it.

Taking a deep breath, Neo crossed the mirror's threshold. The surface felt like a dense vapor, which parted easily to allow Neo into Yang's dream. It was odd seeing the shadowed, blurred faces of most of the students, obfuscated by the nature of the dream. As Neo strolled up to Yang, she found that the girl didn't notice her at all. Even when Neo stood right beside Yang's seat in the lecture hall, even when she twirled a lock of Yang's brilliant blonde hair around her pinky, Yang never once noticed Neo's presence. Satisfied at her power over the situation, Neo decided to move onto phase two of her little experiment. Neo's Semblance, one of illusion, had a plethora of uses; only Roman knew that Neo could deceive not just sight, but could trick all the senses her targets could use, provided their guard was down or they didn't understand how her Semblance worked. She could make someone see, hear, smell, taste, and feel anything she wanted them to — and with the mirror letting her into Yang's dream, Neo had a sneaking suspicion that she could unlock a whole new order of magnitude for employing her Semblance.

So Neo focused, and she deliberated, and she worked to exert her Semblance over the dream. Tongue stuck out in a playful display of effort (despite having no one who could see her do it), Neo wove her Semblance into the entire space of the classroom, as delineated by Yang's dreaming consciousness. She had to make sure that she had control of the entire space around Yang, from floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall, or else some random twist in the dream might break her control, possibly even revealing her! Luckily, Yang's dream was a bit more mundane than Neo would have expected, so she had no trouble with wresting control over for herself. All that was free of her direct control was Yang, but that was just fine; Neo wanted to have fun with the busty brawler, and her own responses were the cutest thing, after all. Eyelids drooping and lips curled up in a malicious smirk, Neo began to test the limits of her Semblance's control over the dream.

It started with the professor addressing Yang, twirling his mustache with one hand as the other gestured to the board. "Miss Xiao Long," the heavyset instructor thundered jovially, "please stand up and tell the class which of these Grimm is best handled with a slashing, crushing, piercing, or explosive weapon respectively, and then explain your choice for each." As Yang stood up, Neo's trap was sprung. The other three members of Team RWBY gasped, muttering and snickering filled the classroom, and the professor's face blushed as Yang began to explain. "P-pardon my interruption, Miss Xiao Long," the professor cut her off, "but please explain the state of your uniform!" Yang glanced down then, and her mouth fell open. Face burning, Yang's knees knocked together as she covered up her crotch with a scream. Neo was quite proud of how a little fiddling with Yang's sight and sense of touch had, in the context of her dream, robbed her of her uniform's skirt. Her panties were colored a vivid yellow-orange, with her symbol emblazoned over the front in sparkling silver. They suited her nicely, and as Neo sat on the table next to Yang, she fondly watched the ways Yang reacted.

Yang was blushing from one set of cheeks to the other, a rosy pink blush that looked exquisite on Yang's face and ass. She had quite a nice bottom, speaking of which. She clearly didn't flaunt it as much as her chest, but Neo was impressed with Yang's lower body just as well, from her hips to her ass and from her thighs to her lower legs. Those tight panties she had on certainly didn't leave all that much to the imagination; Neo leaned over to peek under Yang's hands, and found out why Yang was so focused on covering up the front: the girl had a serious camel toe going on, and a lean around to the other side confirmed to Neo confirmed that it was so prominent, she could clearly see the outline of Yang's nether lips from behind. Crouching down, trying to cover herself with one hand and not take her eyes off the professor, Yang desperately searched for her skirt around her seat. She would find nothing but a dirty floor, her head held down and hands trying to cover her ass as she knelt there, overcome by sheer embarrassment. Seeing her shaking, blushing, on the verge of tears made Neo's grin widen.

One leg hoisted high over head with toes on point, the other knee bent so she could rest her foot in the seat of Yang's chair, Neo could no longer resist her urges. As she watched Yang quiver, watched her squirm and struggle to get up from the floor, watched her try to tug her uniform's jacket down in vain, Neo's mind grew hazy. One gloved finger pressed against her crotch, Neo teased her clitoris through her velvet-soft slacks. She started to use her thumb, and soon her entire hand was petting and stroking her crotch, her fingers bending and pressing against the two thin layers of fabric. Yang tried to get up, but fumbled her grip on her jacket, flashing a couple of boys her ass. As the professor tried to take control of the situation, cat calls and wolf whistles started to ring out all around Yang. The phones came out too, snapping pictures and recording videos that would be plastered all over the internet, were this not but a dream. Yang had long forgotten, though, and as the rest of Team RWBY helped her out of the room, Neo saw something that pushed her over the edge:

She saw Yang raise a hand to wipe away her tears, which had suddenly started flooding from her lavender purple eyes.

Neo felt like her fingers might rip through her pants, she suddenly clenched her hand with such force at that sight. She came suddenly, and quite violently to boot, her toes curling out of reflex. When Neo regained her senses, she found she'd been flung into the stool she'd used to observe the mirror before. Sweaty, out-of-breath, hair all askew, Neo watched the mirror once more. She saw Yang awaken, face still wet with tears. That wasn't all that was wet, however; as Yang shakily bundled up her sheets and carried them out of the room so her team didn't see, Neo could tell Yang had climaxed right at the same time she did. As Neo collected her wits about her and snuck back to base, she realized that she'd discovered one of the most powerful items in Remnant that night.

And oh, how exciting it was to contemplate the many, many ways Neo could think of to abuse that power.