Intercoms blared over the din of a room filled with vibrant lights, scattered businessmen and the overwhelming stench of lust and alcohol. The loud din began to die down as the speakers began relating their message. A lecherous voice rang out, breaking the newfound silence.

"Hello and welcome to Club Wonderland, where girls dance, huntresses strip and good times are had by all! Today is a very special day, because tonight is our debut of our brand new line up!" The voice communicated a loose smirk, even through the low quality. "It's a new semester down at Beacon, and as class prices go up, so does our number of employees, so sit back, grab a drink and enjoy my lovely line up of our Beacon Beauties."

The lights in the strip club dimmed even further, turning the room into a bleak darkness.

An eerie silence was brought forth in heated anticipation.

"Now help me in welcoming our first lovely lady, the self proclaimed Queen of Roses and my own personal Little Red Riding Hood."

The girl standing behind the curtain took a deep breath. Ruby Rose, huntress, student, and as-of-last-week stripper on hold, reflected on the circumstances that resulted in her being yards away from a crowd of lascivious men looking to ogle her. Feeling her heart beat louder and louder, she stepped out from the heavy fabric and into the darkness.

A single red beam fell to the center of the dance stage, accompanied by a loud click as the stage light fell into place. Even in the spotlight, the shape that had appeared was still little more than a deep maroon shadow, barely recognizable as a human figure. The only thing clear was that a hood had been flung haphazardly over her head, covering every soft feature of her face as she began stepping slowly towards the audience accompanied by a painfully slow start of a song.

"While me and my clientele will be happy to have you, I do want you to know that you've made a mistake in coming here."

The words of her new boss hung heavy in Ruby's head. Mr. Queen, as he referred to himself as, had spent a surprising amount of effort to convince her to change her mind about working at the infamous Club Wonderland, or any place like it for that matter. The words meant nothing, as she had long since made up her mind. She, Ruby Rose, was looking for something, and the only way she could think of to find that something was hidden in Queen's domain of business.

"That being said, it looks like I won't change your mind no matter how hard I try. So if you'll sign on the line..."

While under no circumstance would she call him a good man, or even a decent person, Ruby felt comforted by Queen's insistence on her well-being. She had spent the time leading up to her first performance hearing nothing but bad things about him, but it was obvious he would rather she never set foot in a club like his.

"You're hired, but don't blame me if you get... Corrupted. That innocence of yours won't last long here."

Conveniently, it was for this reason that Ruby found herself looking for a job.

As she stepped out of the crimson glow of the red spotlight, another one fell onto her, this one a brilliant white. It became clear that her fluidic appearance was in part due to a brilliant red cloak, tied in a way that covered the entirety of her body and appeared as a shining clash in the pale glow. Lengths of cloth hung from either side, falling off her arms and scraping the ground. Her feet were the only discernible part of her body, the light skin stepping forward trailed by the red. She continued forward down the catwalk that lay far in the back of the club towards the wider front stage set with six sturdy poles spaced equally apart, all bathed in a plethora of lights.

"Okay, definitely no turning back now," Ruby thought to herself, nervously laughing under her hood. She could feel her heart thundering as she tried to maintain a steady rhythm in her step. "Alright, slow and steady. That thing you're totally good at doing."

Slowly, Ruby walked as the white circle was replaced by a deep purple, almost black in the dim lights. Drawing close to the audience, the circles became a quartet, the final burning as a yellow sun that she entered as her music began to slowly swell louder and louder. With the light of a false sun and her form drawing closer to the center of the main stage, she was now near enough to the audience to show why she had elected to dance for them.

"What am I doing here?"

Ruby lifted her head ever so slightly, peeking out at the crowd before her.

"What am I doing here?"

Ruby couldn't help but notice that literally every eye was on her. And more importantly, her body.

"WhatamIdoinghere?"

The slightest, most inaudible gasp escaped from Ruby's mouth as she realized this was it.

Even with her robe cloaking her in an ever shifting mass of red and revealing only the slightest hints of her supple body, Ruby's figure was only accentuated as she continued through the yellow circle; the cloth held to her, tight around the curves of her body, hugging her while simultaneously dripping the thin, scarlet material down her arms and legs. Her breasts were of a modest size, but the cloak was set in a way that brought them further into the limelight. While clinging tightly to her body, the lights were too dim to make out any of Ruby's intimate details hidden beneath her attire, but the crowd was transfixed all the same, as it was clear from the subtle jiggle that followed every balanced step that nothing significant was restraining her breasts. Her hips waved to either side in a rehearsed strut, bouncing seductively from side to side as she drew to the front of the catwalk and in the clear view of her audience. The music that had trailed her as her cloak did suddenly stopped, as did the four lights that had shone down on her during her time on the catwalk, and finally the several mixed colors that shone onto the center of the front stage that the girl now stood. She had once again returned to a maroon form in the darkness.

"Thiswasamistakethiswasamistakethiswasamistake." Ruby's heart burned as it pumped faster than it ever had before. She had spent the majority of her life fighting monsters, but the idea of... Performing like this in front of so many people rang through her head as she remembered Queen's insistence on her keeping her "purity" intact. Most of her wanted to run, to leave, to flash away and never come back.

It was for this exact reason that Ruby readied herself, steadying her breath as she primed her legs to move. She reaffirmed her reason for coming to Wonderland. She could feel that what she was looking for was within reach.

Four more lights of the varied colors drew upon the hooded figure from the corners of the front stage, smaller and more focused that the ones that had followed it before. The music returned, different and even slower that before as Ruby withdrew her hood from her face, revealing cheeks redder than the garment that had covered them in addition to a shy, uneasy smile and shining silver eyes. The audience, which had to this point been silent, suddenly broke into soft clapping and cheers. A young man from the back hooted. Her face reddened even further as she closed her eyes, and with the music, she began drifting into a soft ballet.

"Like we practiced, okay Ruby? You got this."

She was as grace, every moment with a plodding lead up until she had reached a point of a defined pose. Ruby's arms rose upward at a snail's pace in time with the music, slowly lifting the cloak with them with the transience of a flowing river and the hesitation of a girl who was currently debating her life choices. However, as the crowd continued staring unwaveringly in heated anticipation, the girl on stage became more and more emboldened with every pair of eyes that laid upon her figure. A minute passed, then three, then five. Each minute was spent drifting to a predetermined spot on the stage, dodging in between poles and striking a figure of pure perfection, red pouring off of her arms and rippling in her movements as a few scant bills fell to the floor below the stage. Soon, the rose clad maiden lovingly spiraled towards the center of the stage as the lights one again fell out along with the music. The audience was left in something akin to desperation and longing as the stage remained black for what seemed like far too long.

"They cheered for me! Oh my gosh they cheered for me!" Ruby jubilantly noted in the back of her mind. "Wait, don't forget. You practiced this. This is what you came for," she remembered before getting deafened by the sound of her heartbeat, knowing that the next step was everything, for her and the crowd. Shrouded in darkness, she undid the ties around her neck.

A worried murmur brought on by audience was soon silenced by a soft thud on the stage. The tables returned to their heightened awareness, acutely tuned to the area where the stage was.

"This wasn't a mistake."

A single crimson light fell onto the stage with the raucous sounds of clapping and a single blaring note of a new song that hung for several seconds. The demure figure clad in the modest red cloak that had taken the stage had been replaced with someone far more at home with all eyes on her. Her cover lay in a heap on the stage, and she held the position that she had let it slide off from. Her skin, while pale, glowed red and flush in the light. Completely changed from the total coverage of her previous outfit, she was now dressed in nothing but an enticingly short crimson colored skirt and a matching mantle that hung delicately off of her shoulders, tied at the front with a set of strings. The cape covering left little to imagination, as the piece didn't even cover the girl's ample breasts completely; two supple globes peered out from beneath the loose redness that barely adorned them, and the audience nearly exploded as the room rang out in cheers. Her skirt similarly was too short to consider appropriate for the waking world, and lacked the sides of a garment associated with modesty; the girl's round thighs were completely uncovered save for small red knots loosely tied together, and the bottom of her rear hung delicately outside of the garment, further revealing both her skin and the pure black of her negligible panties. However, this was not the full extent of the transformation and tone shift.

Ruby felt her heart explode, then settle. She now stood in front of dozens of people, wearing nothing short of lingerie. Almost the entirety of her body was exposed, and her routine only meant more would be in due time.

But this was exactly what she wanted.

Even with the complete change in modesty, the most enticing part of this newfound woman on stage was her face; it was crystal clear to Ruby's viewers from her smile that this instance, with all eyes set on her and her body, was one of pure want and one of pure desire from her, whether simply a need to be noticed or something deeper and more... carnal. She had bit into her bottom lip, her eyes glistened with joy, and her face, along with the rest of her body upon inspection, was quivering in excitement from said inspection. The blaring note that had signaled this transformation ended, leaving her standing in silent ecstasy. Then, the music slowly began a revival, this time far faster than either of the previous songs; it was soft at first, but the shaking of the room grew with the beat as it continued to hasten dramatically, along with the influx of paper notes falling to the floor

Ruby looked on, eyes wavering, at the men before her. She could tell from their gaze that they were taking in every inch of her burning body. She could hear their thoughts, each lustful face imagining her wearing even less and doing whatever they wanted her to do. She could hear the claps, the jeers, the horny yells of dozens as her most intimate bits hung out.

None of that mattered to Ruby. What mattered was that she had achieved her goal, and her performance had only just started; she had discovered her sex. She had lived up until this point in her life without experiencing true, lustful ambition. She knew love, but only in the context of her father, her sister, her dog, and her precious Crescent Rose, none of which she envisioned sharing her whole self with. She had never felt the attachment to another person that could be described as attraction. She had never fully comprehended what the characters meant in her storybooks when they spoke of love. She had never understood what the people in the shows she watched meant when they spoke of lust, of passion. She had never understood the desire people felt to soothe their carnal feelings through... Intimate means. She had never understood the appeal of boys, sex, or masturbation.

"I think I know now."

It was for these reasons that Ruby had torn away her modesty and bared herself for the crowd. She wanted— needed to know the feelings of passion that everyone else did. She needed to know that blazing thrill of human sexuality. And, as was apparent from her trembling body and moistening womanhood, the feeling was nothing short of immaculate.

The new song continued increasing the speed of the beat, and the red light began flashing in time with it. As both the song and the girl's breathing began reaching a steadier tempo, the real show began, the one that people had now began begging for in light of the eternity of lead up. The light pointed to the center went out and stayed out, only to be replaced with a more neutral red color across the stage.

"Is this what Yang feels like everyday? Everyone's staring at me and I think I love it," Ruby thought, reveling in her first experience with truly being horny. "But now, showtime!"

With the flash of the new light, there flashed the girl. In the instant between the center spotlight being replaced with a new one across the stage, the girl was there waiting for it before it had even turned on. The light fell onto her body, already locked in an alluring leg lift, but the stillness of her form was betrayed by motion; though she herself had stopped dead, her outfit followed the laws of motion, as did her breasts. Catching up with her incredible speed, the frail red cloth of her mantle had flown upwards as the momentum dictated, completely revealing the girl's chest for all to see. As her body stay frozen in her pose, her unleashed breasts jiggled magnificently for the crowd, uncovered and unhindered from any restraint but two small, burning red roses covering her nipples. The weight of motion flowed through them, sending a soft ripple as they caught up with the rest of her body and fell within a split second. Her skirt followed suit with her raised leg, flying upward, further revealing her lower half to the crowd. Red turned to a flash of black and a glorious amount of flushed skin enhanced by the lighting as the pose allowed for a full view of her shapely rear, now covered only by three strings locked together with a minuscule rose at the base of her back. Those viewing her other intimate side caught a glimpse of the intricately crafted frontpiece: a small red triangle laced with black spirals and swirls covered the girl's womanhood, preventing the enthusiastically stunned viewers from seeing her full show. Even so, the audience was also able to notice the telltale glimpse of dampness; her inner thighs glistened wet with lust in the spotlight, however faintly the crimson lamp shone on them. The girl's mouth further showed her heightened heart rate, almost mewling in her frozen step. And just as quickly as the flash of the spotlight and the flash of the now significantly bare girl had began, the light went out.

"They're looking at me. They want me."

Less than a second later, a light across the stage shone down like a crimson sun, highlighting the girl, who was already wrapped around a pole. Rather than hold her pose and allow her body to be revealed almost in full, she instead began wrapping herself around the pole, spiraling into the ground in the blink of an eye. Her speed blurred her form until she stopped and let the momentum carry her to face the crowd, her face flush and wanting, nay, begging for something that the audience could only supplement with cheers and money. She continued her routine several more times, wrapping and posing herself on her vertical pedestal as she jiggled and hinted at her body, all the while drawing more and more cheers until the lights dropped again.

"I want them. I want them all. I want them to see." Ruby could feel the burning sensation that previously surrounded her heart move between her thighs. This feeling was new, and only furthered her descent into lust.

Returning along with a rising tempo of the music, a light once again shot down onto the opposite side of the stage, where the girl was attached to the light's respective pole, both upside down and halfway up. Once again, her soft breasts and glistening panties were revealed to the audience, almost pouring out over the space previously occupied by thin red cloth. All had been subjected to the effects of gravity, and her bursting red face only enhanced the enthusiastic appeal. Her pale breasts hung down ever so slightly, revealing in full that, while firm, her chest was adorned by gloriously soft globes that resembled equally soft pillows in texture. She slowly spun around the pole, making sure that the world could see her and her body in as full as was present, waiting as bill after bill came floating down in front of her. She held her place for several seconds before the light once again went out.

"This was not a mistake. It feels too good to be a mistake."

With every few seconds she stood beneath a different light next to a different pole facing a different part of the crowd, repeating the processes of allowing instant long glimpses of her body in full by allowing motion to flip her outfit upwards, spiraling around on her stage, giving the audience fleeting glances as she twisted, along with a burning gaze set with lust, and finally hanging upside down, giving a prolonged reveal of all that there was to reveal without any second thought. The crowd was roaring, each section raising their volume as the temptress found her way to the area closest to them and allowed herself to be ogled. Those in the back of the crowd tried with varying degrees of success to fight their way to the front to acquire a better vantage point, only to watch as the girl disappeared in a defunct light. As her song began to finally slow after several minutes of tantalizing displays of skin and pleasure, the new light that replaced the old now lay once again on the catwalk back upstage.

The burning in her sex soon began overwhelming Ruby. She could feel her movements get more erratic and loose as her heart once again hastened. She could feel the never before known lust start to take over. She could feel the need to take care of her desire rising exponentially with every step. She couldn't help but notice that the lightest brush against her panties from her skirt caused her to cry out due to the feeling.

"IneedtobebehindthatcurtainIcantletthemseebutIwantthemtoitfeelssogood." Ruby lost herself to idea of satisfying herself through any and all means. It took all her willpower to prevent herself from reaching between her legs before she was no longer visible. The idea of being alone where nobody could see seemed like heaven.

Now once again in the burning sun of the yellow spotlight, the girl stood motionless with her back turned to the audience. She once again began making the trek up the catwalk, this time in reverse, and no red cloak gliding behind her. Instead, she was all but bare, with nothing but her mantle, covering slightly more from behind, in direct contrast of the very revealing skirt. Her shapely rear still peeked out from beneath the tip of the red cloth, the thin strip of black gently swaying along with her cheeks in the return of her mismatched, hip heavy strut, albeit this time significantly more confident and eye catching rather than her rehearsed and stiff walk at the start of her routine. She passed through the yellow circle and stepped once again into the near-black purple light. She returned to an almost silhouette form, albeit this time clearly recognizable as a shapely woman rather than the amorphous look given off by her original cloak. As she drew to the end of the purple light, she drew her arms to her neck, untied the strings holding her micro cape together and tore it from her body; her bare back was now graced by the white spotlight and her misaligned steps were supplanted by the audience's continued cheers as they saw her stomach rapidly inflate and deflate in time with her panting. At the halfway point of the white light, her skirt was violently removed without skipping a beat, falling to the ground with a slight tug from either arm. Save for her thong, her skin in full graced the crowd, just as it did to begin with, albeit this time far, far more than her feet were revealed to the world. Nearing the end of the shining white light, the girl reached for her breasts, then, to the overwhelming delight and ground shaking roars of the crowd, suddenly outstretched her arms to the either side and dropped two small, burning red roses just as she passed into the deep crimson spotlight, becoming an enticing, seductive, shapely shadow of a beautiful, completely topless woman.

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