"I'm still sorry…" Pyrrha said, still feeling guilty over what she had done during her and Yang's match.

Huffing, Yang voiced her annoyance. "Yes. You've said that. A hundred times since last week." She turned back to face the woman who had used her Polarity powers to vibrate the piercings she had in her nipples and clit; Pyrrha had used her Semblance to make Yang cum in front of the entire audience of the Vytal Festival so that she could claim the victory. "I swear, that's a least a hundred times."

"I'm sorry…"

"A hundred and one," Yang mused, holding up a finger and smiling. "You need to learn that you don't need to apologize for everything! At least not that much." Adding in a spring to her step, she continued walking forward.

Pyrrha hung her head and sighed. "Aren't you still making me apologize by being here?"

Grabbing the redhead by her shoulders, Yang looked intensely into her emerald eyes. "This is different; you can say you're sorry all you want, but sometimes you need to show that you're sorry! Words are just words, and sometimes you need a little more." She let go and chuckled at Pyrrha's fearfulness towards being grabbed.

Pyrrha nodded. That was fair. Yang had informed her some time around the 70th, "I'm sorry," that words lost meaning upon repeated exposure; it wasn't enough to say you're sorry about doing something and then not correcting that behavior. It also wasn't enough to say sorry when you make your friend become a deviant live on camera.

Pausing in her step, Yang stopped and said, "Hence why we're here!" Pointing up to the sign on the building next to her, she read, "Dragon Tattoo and Body Mod. This is where I got mine done!"

Yang was a very forgiving person, at least to people she liked. She had three punishments for Pyrrha as payback turning her into an unwilling exhibitionist in front of millions. The first was that the very vanilla woman would get her nipples pierced; Yang, being bi, would enjoy the process, and she was secretly giving Pyrrha the gift of having her own piercings to vibrate. Since the redhead knew exactly what her Semblance could do to a woman with metal in her sensitive areas, Yang hoped Pyrrha would understand that she'd be blessed after the process.

Scratching her arm, Pyrrha looked up to the sign. Unsurprisingly, the logo was a yellow dragon with tattoos and piercings, which also unsurprisingly explained why Yang had gotten her body mods done at this location. The little sun dragon pushed open the door and led the red haired one inside.

The first thing Pyrrha noticed was that it was dark inside the room. All the walls were black, and the parts that weren't were coated with what she assumed to be designs for tattoos. The second thing she noticed was that the woman at the desk was exactly what she would have expected a tattoo/piercing artist to look like had she ever considered the idea; half of her head was shaved, messy neon red coming down one side while the other was almost to the scalp. Piercings decorated her face, adding on to the effects of a heart tattoo under each eye. Climbing up her neck was a tattoo of a Beowolf with its mouth open, the bright red of its throat screaming at the spartan. More tattoos spread across the rest of her body, with barely an inch not covered by a tank top covered with ink; names, lyrics, weapons, hearts, designs, everything one could conceivably think of putting into an art form was on this woman, showing her dedication to the trade.

"Oh, hey Yang!" Pyrrha was shocked by how normal the woman sounded compared to her appearance. She expected something rough, or maybe deeper, but she sounded like an average woman talking to her friend.

Waving back, Yang said "Hey, Henna!" Addressing her very out-of-place companion, she preemptively introduced her as, "this is–"

Pulling back in surprise, the painted lady Henna interrupted Yang by shouting, "Hold up, is that Pyrrha Nikos!? Like, the famous one?"

Pyrrha was suddenly awestruck. She had known her name was familiar to people, but she'd never been recognized quite like this before. Before, she'd just been the star student to her other classmates, but Henna reacted like she'd seen a celebrity. Was she really that popular?

"Y-yes," Pyrrha said, looking off to the side at the ground. "Hello."

"You didn't tell me you knew Pyrrha Nikos!"

"We go to school together. That's sort of why we fought in a huge tournament," Yang explained. "Y'know, that super televised thing I was on, too."

Henna blinked. "You know, that does make sense… But you aren't on my breakfast cereal, not yet anyway. You must be pretty famous lately, but red here has a foot in the race already."

Pyrrha realized that her newfound fame was because of her victory in the tournament. Pretty much the entire world had seen her take on every challenger and win, including Yang. Speaking of, the blonde looked pretty annoyed that Henna wasn't acknowledging her accomplishment; while it wasn't first, Yang was the second strongest fighter between every school. Or, at least, she was defeated; whether or not Pyrrha was actually stronger was up in the air, considering her methods to win in the first place. One could say if it was someone else with Polarity, Yang would have definitely won because they wouldn't know about the piercings, but one could say that if Yang hadn't known about the ability and its user, then there'd be no chance to prepare a counter.

Suddenly aware of the conversation going on before her, Pyrrha rejoined just in time to hear Henna say, "So… what ARE you two doing here?"

A light in her eye suddenly lit, Yang turned to face Pyrrha. "Well, you saw our fight, right?"

"Yes. I was wondering what happened, if you don't mind me asking. You… uh… fell off?"

Pyrrha clenched her arm once more and felt her fingers dig into her skin. She was still really sorry about what she did, plus it was embarrassing to think about it.

With a slight scowl at the wording, Yang brought up, "Well, Ms. Champion over here's Semblance is Polarity." She waited a beat only to be met with Henna blankly blinking. "Think magnetism."

"Ah, that's why you threw off the gauntlets. But what does that have to do with this place?"

Unconsciously, Pyrrha's eyes drifted towards Yang's breasts; she was wearing an orange tank top, so they weren't exactly hard to miss. She felt Henna trace her path and stare at the location where Yang's piercings were located. Hearing the gears turn, she confirmed, "I… exploited her weakness with my Semblance."

Henna stared rather awkwardly at Yang's breasts, trying to fully grasp what exactly Pyrrha meant. After a moment, plus Yang motioning for her to not look at her chest, she gathered, "Tell me that what I'm thinking didn't actually happen?"

Smugly looking at the shrinking Pyrrha, Yang said, "Yes, our friend here cheated by way of using her magnetism on my piercings." Before Henna could get the words out, Yang interrupted by saying, "Yes. She made me climax in front of millions of people. We're here so I can get revenge."

With another bout of silent staring, Henna eventually came to her senses and replied, "God, wow… I mean, I saw you pause and you had a look on you, but I can't believe that! You're telling me that you–" she continued, pointing to Pyrrha, "–actually did that to her!? In front of everyone!?"

In her softest, meekness voice, Pyrrha whispered, "Y-yes…" She'd never felt more embarrassed by any of her actions, and Yang seemed to be pleasantly aware of that.

"Yes. And because of that fact, and the fact that I am a great friend who is willing to forgive such a transgression, we are here. You, Ms. Henna, are going to pierce Ms. Pyrrha Freaking Nikos!"

Henna slowly backed off, thinking about the circumstances. Accepting them, she only had one question: "And you're cool with this?"

Turning to Yang, Pyrrha nodded. "Yes. I need to apologize, and this is far better than anything else."

Hopping up with a grin, Yang sang, "She'll thank me later. Cheating aside, that stunt you pulled felt AMAZING."

Turning to input some things, Henna explained, "Alright, then. Give me a moment and we can get started; I suppose I don't need your name, but go ahead and start filling out these forms."

Shortly after, Yang helped Pyrrha select the jewelry that would become her nipple piercings. If she really didn't like them, she'd be able to take them out pretty quickly; with aura, the process of getting them in and healing would only take a day or two, and if she wanted to remove them for good, it'd be a short recovery time as well. Still, Yang convinced her to go with something she'd like, or at least grow to like, in case she ended up wanting to keep them in.

While Yang had barbells, Pyrrha was actually interested in the hoop styles, which would basically frame her nipples with metal or gems. Once again, she began thinking about herself in a sexual context; while it wasn't entirely her choice to come here, she had her own opinion on the piercings. That wasn't something she would have unless she actually cared about being sexual. She was considering which set of jewelry would best compliment her body, especially her breasts, and wanted it to suit her style.

"Good choice, Pyrrha!" Yang said upon being presented with Pyrrha's choice of piercings.

Still a bit shy about the whole situation, the redhead felt herself blush about having her choice get approval from a leading expert. In her first normal voice of the day, she thanked Yang and looked at them. Her piercings were small bronze hoops that would essentially cradle her nipples and leave room to wiggle around. They also had small emerald gems in them, so the whole piece matched her theme! Pyrrha felt satisfaction in knowing that her piercings would be a shorthand for her style; the bronze matched her favorite armor set, the emeralds matched her earrings and eyes, and… her pink nipples would suffice for her crimson hair. They'd also stand out against both colors, so if someone did see her topless, they'd get a presentation.

Happy that the two girls had decided on Pyrrha's jewelry, Henna exclaimed, "Sweet! Go ahead and get comfy and we can start."

This would be the hard part. Pyrrha was happy with her choice of jewelry, but now she'd be getting it put in. That meant…

"Okay, Nikos, top off!" Yang sang, knowing what was coming next.

Getting her nipples pierced would mean that Pyrrha would have to show them in the first place. This was the main part of Yang's revenge, as she'd get to see the legendary Pyrrha Nikos' embarrassment as she got topless, plus she got the pleasure of seeing her breasts. It occurred to the very virginal redhead the nobody had ever set eyes on her breasts since she developed them. Now, instead of Ja– the person she wanted to be with, an admittedly close friend and a complete stranger would see her topless.

Taking a breath and remembering that she truly was sorry, Pyrrha braced herself. Yang had pulled out her scroll to record the entire process and had directed it towards the blushing spartan, promising it was just for her own use. Removing her jacket and grabbing the bottom of her red tank, Pyrrha looked at the camera and smiled; she trusted Yang, and she'd be happier letting the blonde see her enjoy herself rather than wallow in self pity. This entire experience was exciting, and was reinforcing her newfound sexual side, so it was actually pleasant. Pyrrha had felt… attractive since Glynda had told her that people thought she was, and she'd spent a bit of extra time in the locker room gazing at her figure in the mirror after the fight.

Yang giggled as she saw Pyrrha's effort to be sexy. The fighter-first-and-foremost wasn't used to showing off, but she seemed to take to the idea well; putting on a seductive, if a bit stiff, face, Pyrrha tried to remove her top in the way she'd seen on movies, via grabbing the bottom and pulling it over her head. Yang was treated to Pyrrha falling out of her top in a idyllic drop, her breasts a soft whitish pink and perfectly proportioned as they plopped down. Despite the glory that was Pyrrha Nikos pulling off her top, she missed the landing by way of catching her tank in her hair. While Yang was still turned out by the unseen sight of the redhead's breasts, the scene wasn't quite as cinematic as it could have been.

Now giggling at Pyrrha's blunder getting undressed, Yang captured the topless woman as she struggled getting her clothes out of her hair. Then, she captured her facade falling away; while Pyrrha had (almost) pulled off being a strong, confident woman stripping before a partner, her breasts being exposed meant that she quickly returned to being meek about her body. At first presenting herself as having no reservations, Pyrrha saw Yang looking at her chest and shied away, turning and covering her breasts. Even so, her abs were still on display; even ignoring her precious shyness, her huntress-honed body was perfectly toned with muscle.

Now slightly red, Yang turned her eyes to the camera and ensured she wasn't staring at Pyrrha so blatantly. "Wow, that was, like, really hot. Could use some work on the last part, but damn, you are gorgeous!" If her tone wasn't genuine enough, her cheeks told the truth that she thought highly of Pyrrha's body; they glowed red from attraction, signaling her approval.

Slightly more confident about being topless in front of her friend, Pyrrha looked at her instead of away from her. She trusted Yang to be good at judging physical appearances, and seeing her blush filled the redhead with self esteem. Still, she had both arms wrapped around her breasts, and muttered a, "T-thank you." Trying to ease herself, she added, "I'll work on my presentation for next time."

Laughing, Yang smiled. Pyrrha was really glad she was so nice and willing to forgive. She was also glad that she had gotten a push; getting her nipples pierced was scary, but invigorating. Maybe it was because of her newfound confidence about her appearance, but doing something that would amplify her sexuality was something she was had to do. Without Yang, she never would have done anything remotely like this.

After a while, Pyrrha was situated in a chair in order to be pierced. After some reluctance, Pyrrha put her arms to her side and waited for Henna to do what she did best. Yang recorded the reclining, topless, red-faced Pyrrha as Henna marked her nipples with ink as a guide. Understanding that this was still partially revenge, Henna decided to apply a bit more numbing cream that was necessary for Yang's video; while aura could obviate any real need for it, the area around Pyrrha's nipples were coated in a cold cream that both numbed the area, and made her breasts glisten like they were oiled. Judging from the squeaks passing through the redhead's lips, it was also somewhat pleasurable, or possibly just a bit shocking on initial contact.

The quick moans breaching Pyrrha's lips combined with her slight hesitation at being topless for the first time in front of others further combined with her now softly glistening breasts. As Yang put it, "Screw it, I'm sending this to you. It'll be hard to top just how hot this is! You better show this to whoever gets into your pants, because they'll need to thank me! Seriously, this is the most I've ever been attracted to you." This only served to make Pyrrha redder and her squeaks become more noticeable.

Henna, likely having dealt with similar situations, was too engrossed in her work to do anything else. Marking the area where she'd pierce and sterilizing it, she placed clamps on Pyrrha's nipples to pull the skin. "Okay, this might hurt a bit, sweetheart," she warned as she readied the needle.

Pyrrha braced herself. Lowering her aura around her nipples (boy, is that a thing she never thought she'd do), she felt a sharp pinch as Henna ran the needle through, piercing her skin. Thanks to her huntress training, this was nothing, especially compared to that first scorching metal ball she'd been hit with.

Yang and Pyrrha hadn't actually talked about their match much aside from the end, but the redhead wondered who was actually stronger; now that the Semblance seal trick was found out, Yang would have to rely solely on skill, and without her gauntlets. Pyrrha had been losing the entire time. To be fair to herself, she was distracted, and Yang's trick had only worsened that, but she allowed herself to be distracted. If they fought again, there'd be no telling who would win, assuming Yang swapped out her piercings. The blonde was strong enough without Ember Celica to blow through Pyrrha's guard, but they'd have to have a real rematch at some point.

As the needle went through, Henna attached Pyrrha's hoop to the end. Pulling it back, she adjusted it before closing it off and readying it. Disguising a test to see if it was set properly as a playful flick, Henna said, "And there you go! One down, one to go. You're officially pierced!"

Pyrrha yelped at her nipple being flicked. Yang enjoyed capturing that moment, and then Pyrrha's face as she realized what that meant; she was officially pierced, something she never would have done if not for Yang. The blonde struggled to think of a time she'd seen such a bright face on the redhead, and the closest she could think of was back when Jaune had worn a dress to prom all those years ago. Pyrrha was enjoying herself.

The rest of the process was short, Henna efficiently threading the needle through Pyrrha's other nipple and adding the hoop. After another flick for the camera, she smiled and said, "Looks like we're about done! Y'all feeling any extra pain?"

Pyrrha, again tempted to cover her chest, replied with, "No, actually." Henna prevented her from hiding her breasts away.

"Don't go touching those for a while. With you, as a huntress and all, if you focus your aura, they should heal in a day or two if you keep them clean. Put your top back on, stuff like that is fine; stick to sports bras for a while, and I'll give you stuff to keep them clean." Pyrrha hurriedly pulled her tank over her head and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, and no matter how much he wants to, do NOT let him touch those for two or three weeks!"

Jumping up in surprise, Pyrrha stuttered as she said, "W-what!? N-no, I don't have a… not lie that… T-there's nobody…" She quickly trailed off, but both Henna and Yang could see right through her, and her top, considering the new bumps; she'd gone braless seeing as it would have gotten in the way, and now both women could see her new additions pretty clearly.

Laughing, Yang said, "Sureee. Well get to that." She closed her scroll and got up from her seat.

Also laughing, Henna continued with, "Give me a moment and I can get you set up. You'll need more instructions for cleaning and all that, and I'll make sure you get any stuff you'll need. Be right back." The heavily tattooed woman went to the front room and began inputting things into a computer and gathering various cleaning objects.

Yang turned to Pyrrha, pleasantly humming a tune. "So? How do they feel? You gonna be a boy-killer now?"

Pyrrha blinked.

"It means you'll chew them up and spit the out, Nikos."

Embarrassed for the hundredth reason today, Pyrrha blushed. "Well, it's still a bit early, but I think I actually like them! Thank you so much, Yang! I never would have done something like thus if not for you; I feel so… so…"

"Hot?"

Pyrrha considered the word. She had never really used it to describe any aspect of herself, but, "Yes! You're right! I feel… hot."

"Well, in that case~" Yang mused, grabbing her scroll again. "Mind showing off for part two of your punishment?"

Pyrrha, while still embarrassed about it, excitedly said, "Yes!"

"Just lift up this time. Don't want to catch them on anything."

Taking a deep breath, Pyrrha nodded. Grabbing the bottom of her top, she waited for Yang to point her scroll at her. Now feeling a never-before-known confidence, she pulled up, letting Yang get a clean capture of her flashing her newly pierced breasts. Once again, the soft white globes plopped down, displaying nothing but perfection as they bounced. Pyrrha waited with bated breath for Yang's next command.

"Alright, now why don't you pull a tourney?"

Pyrrha pulled her strings and payed her song, only this time on herself. Her new piercings vibrated a glorious frequency into her nipples, instantly asking her breath hitch. After recovering, she lowered the intensity and felt a fraction of what Yang had felt during the tournament fight. Even just holding the song for ten seconds made Pyrrha want to collapse in pleasure; Yang was still able to fight while being on ten times this edge, which astounded Pyrrha. She suddenly was aware of the secret benefits Yang had given her by making her get thee piercings. Next time Jaune was on her mind when she was alone, she'd have a good time.

"'Kay, you're good," Yang said after a few seconds of Pyrrha vibrating her piercings. "I'll let them heal a little bit and we can do part three. You ready?"

Suddenly dreading when her piercings healed, Pyrrha nodded. That would be the hardest part of her punishment, but she was similarly as excited as she was with everything else.

About a week later, Pyrrha's piercings were fully healed. Having such a strong aura greatly accelerated the process, and she was now subject to her final punishment. Yang had grabbed Pyrrha earlier, and they were walking around campus with a goal in mind. Upon returning to JNPR's dorm, they found Jaune sorting through mail.

"Hey, Jaune," Yang waved.

"Oh, hey Pyrrha, hey Yang. I've been looking for you."

Both girls looked at each other. "Hmm?"

"You guys got mail. I… think they're asking you to do stuff for the Festival? Like, interviews and stuff like that."

"Oh, cool!" Yang shouted, excitedly.

"That does sound nice," Pyrrha rephrased, a bit calmer.

"We can look at that later," Yang looked to Pyrrha with pleasant malice in her eyes. "We've actually been looking for you, too."

Pyrrha looked back and readied her mind. Punishment three was the hardest thing she'd ever do.

Jaune looked up, confused. "Huh? What do you want with… me…"

Jaune looked up to Pyrrha, her top pulled to her neck, her breasts exposed for him to see. The redhead saw her crush, her near obsession stare at her pierced nipples and visually explore the entirety of her breasts. His eyes wandered all over her chest, inspecting every detail, but he focused on two small objects made of bronze colored metal and shining emeralds.

Pyrrha was really glad Yang was so forgiving.