Weiss Schnee was ready to make her mark on the world. Well, more than she already had by being the heiress of an international entertainment company. She'd own it all once she graduated from university. It was a daunting prospect, to be sure, but she'd been prepared by various tutors in the science of business. At this point in her education, getting a degree in Business seemed almost a trifle.

Her driver unloaded her bags from the trunk of the limo. Most of her possessions were already in her room, having been sent ahead weeks ago. These bags were mostly for accessories and makeup.

"That'll be all, Clarence." She dismissed her driver.

"My name is Clay." He weakly protested. She pretended not to hear him. With both her bags on one arm, she surveyed her new kingdom. The campus grounds were full of stalls from various clubs and groups.

Peasants, the lot of them. They have to pester everyone for the slightest amount of attention. Secure in her belief that she was the best person on campus, she started to walk to her dorm hall. People cleared the way when they saw her coming.

"Oh shit, is that her?" A group of guys asked each other. Weiss fixed them with a hard look. They shut up. She laughed to herself. She was Weiss freaking Schnee. She was the heiress to billions of dollars. She was-

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!"

She was flat on her face. The person who'd crashed into her offered a hand to help her up. Weiss smacked it away and stood on her own. She grimaced when she saw dirt on her skirt. That was not gonna come out easily.

"Are you okay?" The person asked. Weiss turned to glare at them, but stopped. The woman standing before her had waist-length blonde hair, lilac eyes, and a concerned frown. She was wearing a duster on top of a tank top and short shorts. And she was gorgeous. Weiss felt the inclination to let her jaw drop.

"Yes I am, no thanks to you. Watch where you're going!" Weiss composed herself, dusting off her makeup bag.

"Sorry again. My sister's racing me across campus." A young woman, clad all in red sped past them.

"See you at the finish line, loser!" She yelled at the blonde.

"Shit! Sorry again for that. See you around!" The woman ran after her sister.

"Hopefully not!" Weiss yells after her. But I wouldn't object if you did. Hot damn.

...

Weiss fumbled with the room key. It wasn't getting in the lock correctly. She slammed it in with the ball of her hand, and got only a throbbing pain for it.

"You need help?" A young woman in a beret and a fashionable brown coat sidled up to Weiss and put her back to the wall.

"Uh, no, I got it."

"Sure you do." The woman pushed Weiss aside, and somehow opened the door. "It's always hard for the fish in the first few weeks. I'm the RA. Name's Coco, and you don't need to introduce yourself. Just know that you won't get any special treatment from me, and if I hear about you using your status to influence people, we're gonna have problems. You understand me?"

Weiss wanted to retort but there was something about the woman that made the idea seem foolish. She hung her head.

"Understood."

"Great! Welcome to Miles Hall. You should fit in wonderfully. Who's your roomie?"

"Um, a Ms. Yang Xiao Long, I think."

"Oh! I met her at orientation this morning. She's great. Anyways, I think those guys down there are starting a TP war, so I have to take care of that. See ya." Coco strode toward a blue-haired man, and his bare-chested friend and took their rolls of TP. They seemed sufficiently coddled even before she whacked them with the rolls. Weiss smirked. Maybe she and Coco would get along after all. She opened the door to her room. Yang had apparently already been here. Orange and black clothing was strewn across one of the beds. Weiss spotted her bags and trunks on the other side of the room. She set herself to unpacking all of her stuff. In one bag, all she found was her underwear and bras. She set it aside. She found the bag full of sheets and pillowcases, and made up her bed. The door opened, and Weiss heard a woman roar in pain.

"Ruby, THAT WAS A CHEAP SHOT! Oh sorry, Coco, my sister's just a pain in the ass." The door shut. Weiss turned to face her new roommate.

"Holy shit."

"Agreed. So I take it that you're Yang?"

"And you're Weiss freaking Schnee. Oh my God, I'm so sorry for earlier."

"Whatever. Just don't bother me for the whole year and we'll get along just fine." Weiss told the blonde woman bluntly. She unpacked more bags. Holy shit, I'm gonna have some sweet eye candy here. Hopefully all the girls are as cute as her.

Weiss looked at Yang out of the corner of her eye. She saw the blonde bend over. Oh my god, that ass will be my end. Weiss whimpered a little.

"Are you okay?" Yang straightened up.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"I… never mind."

Yang turned back to her bed and Weiss continued to check her out. Shit, her rack is insane. I'm paltry in comparison. Okay, my breasts actually are paltry but that's beside the point. I could be smothered by hers.

She found her shirts and skirts in a couple of bags, and placed them neatly in the dresser opposite from her bed.

"Should we set up our roommate rules?" Yang asked. Weiss stared at her.

"What?"

"Roommate rules. Like curfew or noise level or bans on potential future boyfriends. Or girlfriends, if you want."

"Oh. Um, stay quiet and don't touch my stuff. Keep your partners out of the room. I don't want bodily fluids everywhere. So that also goes for masturbation." Weiss saw Yang's cheeks redden.

"Um...I wasn't gonna...yeah, okay. I really am sorry for earlier."

"You're forgiven. Just don't do it again."

"Yes, ma'am!" Yang saluted. Maybe this will work?