A man wonders if something is up between him and Weiss. She'd promised to go to dinner today, but she missed the meet time, and isn't answering her scroll. That wasn't like her, plus he can't remember any major slights that would lead to a complete cutoff like this. After the third, "Where are you?" text, the man decides to investigate a bit.
Walking the oh-so-familiar route, the man turns and knocks on Team RWBY's door. After a moment of silence, he hears a muffled Yang say, "Come in!"
Following the instructions given to him, the man pushes the door open and steps into RWBY's dorm. He sees Yang bent over in front of her dresser, deep into a mirror; looking down, he sees that she's in a little black dress that was oh-so-little, plus some stockings and heels. That, mixed with her applying some boykiller lipstick gives him the impression she was going out. She realizes it was the man that just entered as she spies him in the mirror.
"Oh, hey. What's up?" Yang said, putting her lipstick down and moving to light makeup.
The man takes the slightest moment to stare at Yang's ass, considering how small and short her dress is, plus it's literally pointed right at him. Weiss CAN'T blame him for just looking; it's not like this was the most he'd seen of Yang, anyway. Regardless of Weiss' opinion, he watches Yang finish her touching up, turn around to lean on her dresser, then eye him. Considering her outfit and makeup, plus her better-than-average maintenance on her hair, she looked drop dead gorgeous. Her dress was even smaller when viewed from the front; the cleavage line was more of Yang's regular style, pre-imposter video deep. Plenty around the hip and back is missing, showing off her stomach and hourglass. It fit her figure perfectly, nothing wasted in highlighting just how much of a woman she is.
But the man is in a committed relationship, so he forces himself to ignore how hot Yang looks in favor of actually doing what he set out to do.
"Weiss and I were supposed to go to dinner, but she never showed, and won't answer her scroll. You see her?"
"She didn't text you?" Yang asks, knocking her head to the side. "She was going off on how something popped up last minute that she needed to take care of. Should be back in like an hour, I think, anyway. She mentioned that she'd have to tell you that, but I guess she forgot?"
Well, that's a bit annoying, but it's not a long time to wait. Still, the man will have to check why Weiss didn't let him know she'd be delayed. Probably just a miscommunication. Or this school's godawful wifi...
"Oh, guess I got an hour to kill, then. Later! And thanks." The man turns to exit the dorm.
"Oh, um..." Yang interrupts before the man gets past the door. "Actually, if you have a sec..."
"What?"
Yang looks down at her insanely hot outfit. "I'm sure you've guessed by now, but I'm going out in a bit. Gonna dance, gonna drink, have some fun, you know." She looked really happy, if a bit hesitant. "Sorta getting back into it after... Well, you of all people know."
"I was going to say, you haven't rocked an outfit like that in while. You look great!" The blonde hadn't dressed as explicitly since her fake nudes leaked by that impostor, so it was nice to see her back to her regular self. Easy on the eyes and mind, for sure.
Yang beamed. "You think so?" she asked, twisting back and forth a bit to model. "My club friend picked it out, and she knows what she's doing. You know Coco?" She motioned to a nonexistent hat and shades.
The man smiles. He personally doesn't know Coco Adel all that well, but he knows her work, or at least the results of her work; Coco was the one who had been teaching Weiss how to sew clothes. Those skills led to two of the best nights of both lives, as one was the beautiful and saccharine story of the Princess and the Knight, and the much different story where Weiss played dom. The man loved Weiss in those outfits, even if she didn't like being a queen. Still, Coco's teachings led to good times, and more to come from Weiss' hints.
"Yes, I know of Coco." Yang will never know why that name makes the man so happy.
"She's the one taking me– or, I guess, I'm taking her out since I have the bike. Anyway, I wanted to ask your opinion on this dress."
Considering the man was told to never say anything bad about a woman's outfit, plus Yang looked incredible, he wonders. "I'm dodging bullets saying this, being in a relationship and all, but you look stunning. The dress, the stockings, everything." He motions to Yang's entire body. He thinks maybe to add in some non-appearance related notes. "Plus you seem really happy with it, yourself. That's a bright smile."
Yang blushes. That wasn't really like her, but one guesses she didn't get too many compliments about her smile, especially dressed as she is. "Thanks. It's just... I don't know..."
"What's wrong? I'm sure every guy at wherever you're going is going to be all over you."
"That's the thing..." Yang sighs, then looks dejectedly at the ground. "I kinda think it's too much? I don't know. Since I stopped wearing all those flirty clothes, all the assholes who just wanted me for my tits have gone away. This dress is like, back to that, isn't it?" She looks back to the mirror, brushing aside some hair to check on the amount of exposed skin.
Yang had always been the party girl, since her fake nudes leaked, she toned it down. The major change was that she stopped wearing clothes that were a few sizes too small, but she'd also toned down her sexuality in general. She was right, though; a lot less neckbeards had been bothering her once they discovered she wasn't a slut.
Yang sees the man deliberating her choice on dress. "I'm not picking up Coco for like, another hour or two. I was trying this dress on... to check if it was too much." Brushing her hair back into place, the blonde huffs. "I'm really glad you showed up, being in probably the best position to tell little old me what you think and all."
"Putting on a sexy dress doesn't make you any more loose." The man realizes his wording is probably poor. "Uh... there's nothing wrong with wanting to look good! You'll be getting everybody's attention, sure, but you can figure out who cares about you versus your body pretty fast, right?'
Yang takes a second to think. "Gah... Look, you're a dude, right?"
The man doesn't think this is the appropriate time to mention he had had sex with Yang, which, yes, confirms him as a man.
"Y-yes? Yes, I am."
"I know you're dating Weiss, but you have opinions on women, right?"
Thin ice, but honesty is the best policy.
"Yes. I can appreciate the female form outside of my girlfriend. Don't tell her I said that." Weiss can't expect her boyfriend to not at least think of other attractive girls, especially when Beacon is full of stunners. He's made it clear she's allowed to gush over all the broad-chested boys around campus, and she's appreciated a fair number of men.
"Can... Can you... Look, I know you and Weiss go dress shopping all the time, right?"
If by, "dress shopping," Yang means the man goes down on Weiss in a changing stall, then yes... Though there is lead up involving actual clothes vetting. Sometimes at least.
"You want me to...?"
"I want to try on some of my other outfits for you, okay?" Yang sheepishly looks to the ground. "I want a boy to let me know if I'm... if I look... easy. I don't want the attention of a bunch of pervs. Not now, at least."
On a list of things the man was not expecting to take place today, Yang trying on clothes for him was somewhere up high. He guesses this is an upgrade from her asking him to judge if she was a slut because of the nudes, but this doesn't feel like something he should be doing. He was her friend, but she was a girl, and he was dating one of her best friends.
More than a bit conflicted, the man asks, "Is that a good idea? Like, I know I'm a guy, but what if Weiss finds out?"
Throwing her head back, Yang scoffs. "I'm sure she won't think much of it, Lover Boy. Or did you forget you already got the whole show?" She motions to her body, which reminds the man of when he pinned it to a wall. "We had sex, you know."
As if the man would forget the fact that he had a threesome with Yang and Weiss. The blonde, in addition to having the night of her life, was now also recorded giving him a titjob into blowjob.
"Fair, but still..."
This has, "test," written all over it, but Weiss trusts her boyfriend to be faithful and he trusts her. Still, the whole situation is a bit shady. But if Yang needs him, he don't have a choice.
It hits the man: it's better to ask for forgiveness than for permission. Funny how that phrase comes up a lot in life.
"Just turn around and let me change."
Well, this still has the air of a test.
The man turns around and over-dramatically covers his eyes. "You know you have, like, a bathroom, right? I AM dating someone." If this is a test, he assumes he must be passing. "This scenario usually either ends in the girlfriend bursting out of the closet screaming about how she knew I was trash all along, or her coming back and we start making a cheap porno."
Yang giggles in an absolutely adorable tone. "Yes, this is all a test so Weiss can discover our ongoing love affair." The man hears the shuffling of her clothes as she removes her dress, but he keeps his eyes covered. "Dude, I put your dick in my mouth. You can not comprehend his little I care about you seeing me in my underwear. They're really cute, you know! All matchy matchy for going out~"
Yang is basically offering to let the man see her in her sexiest pair of bra and panties. However, he has a girlfriend, plus a video of the blonde going way further than this on his phone.
The man also remembers there's a mirror in front of him, which would allow him to freely peek at Yang. He keep his eyes covered like a good boyfriend. And one that knows she'd easily be able to look into the mirror herself and see him peeking.
"I'm not looking. I love my girlfriend and she is the cutest and smartest and best and prettiest girl in school and I will never be swayed by her friends or anyone else."
Yang laughs again as she pulls on her dress. "How noble. I didn't know Weiss had you whipped."
"I'm still waiting for her to bust open the door. But I guess now is a good time to mention that I still have that video of you."
"Aforementioned dick-in-mouth? Yeah, I figured." Yang seems to be finished changing. "Go ahead and keep it; I said you earned it, and boy–" Yang audibly shudders, cooing– "you earned it. More reasons why I don't care if you watch."
The man hears Yang get closer to him, then promptly feels her throw her arms around him. In what is easily the most seductive voice he'd ever heard from her, he hears, "We can even make a new video right now if you like. Weiss doesn't have to know~" as she presses her chin into his shoulder.
The man feels Yang's moist breath on his neck. His heart skips a beat as he tries to step a bit further away from her, but her arms are around him pretty tightly. He feels he needs to leave before mistakes start being made.
"Look, I–"
Yang bursts out laughing as she lets go, causing the man to let out a sigh of relief. "I'm joking, Lover Boy!" She snickers as he stops shaking from a mix of excitement and conflicted lust. "No, this isn't some test, you're just being noble. Now, look at my pretty dress."
Thankful his love wasn't about to be tested by a very aggressively sexual woman, the man turns and gazes at Yang's new outfit. She's ditched her heels, but left her stockings on, which complimented her much more conservative dress. This one was also black, but has a lot of gentle golden linings and patterns, plus covers her cleavage with a sheer mesh. It managed to be even shorter than the other, though, and gave an immaculate look at Yang's absolute territory. She had also accented it with a golden cloth belt that wrapped around her waist to highlight her hourglass figure. She looks slightly less like someone a bunch of pigs would consider an easy lay, but in most eyes and those of the redeemable, she looks as stunning as ever.
The man tries to think of how best to appease Yang's criteria. He can't exactly say, "You look less like a slut," without leaving the room in a stretcher, but that was what she wanted to hear, if not phrased a bit differently. After a moment complimented by Yang posing with a few winks, he decides to say, "I feel like I should be across the room buying you the best glass of wine they have." He watches as Yang's smile warms his heart, melting any residual ice of having to wait for Weiss.
"You don't think it's too short?" Yang looks down and lifts a leg, threatening to part her dress in such a way as to show off the panties she was so happy about. "Oh, and I prefer a Strawberry Sunrise. Wine is too fancy for my blood."
"I think you're fine, unless you have another outfit. This one is conservative, but still sexy."
"I got one more, then you're free to go. Or, I guess stay here; Weiss said she'd be heading straight back to grab her stuff." Yang motions for the man to turn around. "You know? We should."
"Should what?"
"Get drinks together. You, me, and Weiss!" The man hears her dress hit the ground and forces himself to keep his eyes closed. "It'll be fun! We can go downtown, do some shots, maybe make out with Weiss if we're tipsy enough..."
P"Weiss isn't much of a drinker. I don't think she's had anything outside of some of that rich-blood wine back at one of her dad's parties. She told me she got tipsy after one glass, too; she's... petite."
"Margaritas, then," Yang rectifies, messing around in her dresser. "Oh! Or maybe cocktails! Weiss would like a cocktail."
"I'd be down for it, but Weiss is pretty busy these next few weeks."
"Oh, yeah, she is... Oh! Wait! Aren't you going with her?"
"To Atlas for the weekend, yeah. She wants me to meet her family and then never meet them again until necessary."
"Well, on one hand, her family sounds... not great. Hell, she was a brat until you and Ruby showed up, so there's that. The other hand, you get to be rich for a few days." Yang paused for a moment. "Okay, you're good."
This outfit was a soft yellow, and considerably more conservative than either of the ones before it. It had short, somewhat poofy sleeves, plus a fiery pattern going down the sides. It was longer, for sure, but the blonde's cleavage came back, better than ever; her breasts were perfectly positioned to look their absolute best, and there was plenty to go around. As with the rest, she looked incredible, this outfit making her seem like a Phoenix turned woman. Though, with that in mind, it didn't quite look appropriate for a club. Maybe a dance, but not to let loose.
"Honest opinion, you look incredible. Shocker, I know." Yang giggles at the sarcasm. "But the other one seemed more ready for a club. This one... you... you're going to a formal where you want to upstage every other girl."
Yang smiles as she looks down. "You think? I guess it's a bit much for drinks with the gal pal."
"I'd say second one. Just tease the legs a little and you'll look fantastic."
"Alright, then!" Yang claps a few times as she bounces, making her breasts irresistibly jiggle. "So that's settled. I hope Coco doesn't mind if I change." The blonde stretches and waits for the man to say something. "Hey, I got... well, not a dress, but another outfit I kinda wanna show you. It's not for clubbing, but something's going on soon."
"Sure."
"You into cons?" Yang asks, shifting out of her Phoenix dress. "One's coming up soon, and I grabbed a ticket."
Weiss wasn't into cons. It had to do with the fact that she was kind of a celebrity in the regular world, being a famous singer and all. There were too many eyes focused on her father's little princess, rather than Weiss, the huntress who could sing.
"Haven't gone to any lately. They sound fun, but I don't have the time."
Yang huffs. "I know what you mean. I'm going to suffer for it when I'm pulling an all nighter for that Port paper, but the Achieve Men are doing a show, plus I like walking around and seeing all the hype stuff. I got a sweet poster last time."
The man hears the click of Yang's scroll's camera go off during the interim. Turning, he opens his eyes to look at her special outfit she's taking a picture of. Instead, he gazes upon what Yang had taunted him with earlier; her arm was held up, pointing her scroll downward to capture her perfect form in her bra and panties as she winks to the camera. As she told him, they match perfectly, and she looks absolutely incredible, only partially thanks to her underwear. Both garments were black with plenty of fancy gold trim; her bra was massive, strapless cups holding up her bountiful bust to the ideal height while her skimpy panties hugged her hips in just the right way to show off a good amount. Mixed with her pose and her smiling, inviting face, Yang looks immaculate.
Due to Yang being stunning, the man finds himself momentarily stunned. True to her word, after the underwear-clad blonde realizes he accidentally looked at her, she smiles, not at all concerned with him doing seeing her as such. In fact, she shifts poses and snaps another picture.
"I'm sorry! I heard a camera go off, and I thought you were done! That was an accident! I didn't mean to, Weiss!"
Yang bursts out laughing. "Clearly you don't know me well enough. I saw myself in the mirror and thought, 'Man, I look hot.' Gotta take a picture, right?" She giggles, still recovering. "And I told you, Weiss isn't here. Plus, you're totally right, that was accidental."
"Though she can totally just walk in here at any moment. You'll have to do the explaining."
"And I'll say, 'Your noble boyfriend kept telling me to use the bathroom, no matter how much I told him it was fine.' I won't ruin your relationship for the hell of it. Though, if you decide to be a hypocrite and cheat on her, you WILL die."
"You're the one testing me, you know! I know we're friends, but that doesn't usually involve me seeing you in your underwear so casually."
"Oh, how awful it must be," Yang laughs. "Anyway, and... done! For realsies, you can look."
Before the man stands Yang Xiao Long, wearing a green leotard. He notices that it's a thong leotard, mostly because Yang's perfect ass is pointing directly at him, as she's posing; her back is turned, but her head is looking behind, and she's giving a thumbs up. In addition to her leotard, she'd put on red gauntlets that weren't her usual Ember Celica, plus a red beret with a pin in it. As she turns around, he sees that her leotard is incredibly tight, forming around her bra and not hiding any detail of it. She's left her stockings on, but he assumes those aren't part of the outfit.
The man is taken aback. Yang in her underwear was a well-appreciated forbidden fruit, but this was Yang wearing an outfit she was clearly intending to wear in front of others.
"You like it?" Yang sarcastically asks, looking at staring. Girlfriend or not, Yang wanted a male opinion. "It's Delta Red from Savage Streets! She's this cool special agent and totally kicks ass! She's my main, and Coco said she'd help with all the gear."
The man stammers a bit trying to find the words. Yang giggles and continues to pose. "You look... Brothers, you look hot..."
Yang bounces happily. "I know, right! I've always wanted to dress up as a video game character, and I love Savage Streets. I look a bit like her, too! I guess in that I'm blonde and have an amazing ass, but you know." She shrugs a bit, but goes back to being excited. "I still gotta get the boots, plus, judging from your jaw, I need a heavy duty sports bra. And do my hair a bit; she has it in little pigtails. But otherwise, BAM! I'm gonna wear this to the con and it's gonna be awesome!"
"Well, you'll certainly be popular, that's for sure."
"Yeah. Clubs are one thing, but all the cute girls at cons dress up in sexy outfits, so I feel better showing off there." Yang kicks her feet, still in her stockings. Suddenly, her face lights up. "Oh! Oh! I've been practicing a few of her moves! Just in case someone thinks I'm a fake gamer girl, I can accidentally drop kick them to prove them wrong. Wanna see!?"
Yang is far too excited about her demonstration to say no. "Go for it."
Yang takes a second to get ready, first taking a very bouncy fighting stance. Her high energy idling is currently making her breasts go up and down, up and down in a hypnotic fashion. Jabbing, the blonde follows it up with a hook to an uppercut, then to a downward swing. One assumes it's a few of Delta Red's moves from the game, and Yang looks like a fierce fighter, though that IS normal.
"And the finisher!" Yang cries, doing a flourish to denote her final attack. Lifting her leg up to the highest point, she prepares to do an ax kick to start.
As Yang readies her move, the man realizes that one of the key differences between fighting games and reality is that clothes work vastly differently. He realizes this when Yang's leg reaches about as high as it can go; with it in that position, he sees her leotard struggle to cover her mound, and it conforms to show him just about everything. Even with her panties outlined underneath her outfit, the man gets a good look at Yang's entire lower half, back and front.
Yang realizes a second too late that a thong does not allow one to perform a high kick without showing off a little too much. She throws her hands down to her mound, sending her body off balance and to the ground. The man barely catches the blonde before her head hits the floor hard.
The man places Yang back onto her feet. She sheepishly takes a step back, putting her hands over her pelvic area, her leotard still showing a bit too much thanks to the ride up. "So... Underwear? Cool, no big deal. That... Yeah, don't speak of this again..."
"I wouldn't recommend doing her special moves..."
Yang sighs, embarrassed. "Ugh, I guess I'll have to disappoint everyone. One game has this outfit, but she has leggings on. Oh, well." Yang turns around as she readjusts her leotard, giving her butt to stare at. "I am SOOOOO glad you came over; while I'd have preferred you NOT getting a look at my lady bits, I'd much rather you than to a bunch of creeps at the con."
"Always here to help." Yang giggles again. Looking at the time, the man reckons Weiss will probably be back soon, assuming her hour statement was factual. "You should probably actually go use the bathroom to change. I don't care what you think, but if Weiss comes in while you're stripping, I'm the one who'll get punished."
Yang's cheery face turns into an exaggerated pout. "Fine, fine, Lover Boy." Starting towards the bathroom, she looks back and throws in, "I'll talk to Weiss about drinks later, probably when you two get back." With that she disappears.
After a short silence, Yang comes back out of the bathroom in her second dress. Messily, she throws her costume in her drawer and sits down on a small stool in front of her mirror. As she starts fixing her makeup and hair, she starts telling the man all about Delta Red, her role in the game, and why a special forces operative needs a leotard.
Eventually, Weiss interrupts Yang as she explains the story behind Savage Streets. Walking in, everyone quickly figures out that Weiss' message never sent for whatever reason. With a bit of hesitation, the man begins to explain what they did during the wait; Yang quickly interrupts, ripping the bandaid off telling Weiss her boyfriend saw her teammate in her underwear, plus saw her costume ride up in places it shouldn't have. After damage control, Weiss says she'll be ready in a few minutes to go to dinner. Yang also brings up going out for drinks sometime, and Weiss says she'd love to when their schedules lined up.
Soon after, Weiss and her boyfriend are walking towards a restaurant.
"So..." Weiss whispers, holding onto her boyfriend's arm. "Would you like to see me dress up as one of Yang's video game characters?"
The man is glad he is friends with Yang.