Note: More of a set-up chapter this time. Sorry, it's not going to be as wild as the other chapters. Then again, it's hard to know if that's really saying anything. Enjooooooooooooy.

Pyrrha Nikos always had her life planned out for her. When she was a child, her parents enrolled her in training to become a Huntress. They signed her up for every tournament and competition they could find. They gave her the best training their limited funds could buy. Most importantly, they did everything they could to instill a sense of drive and passion into the young warrior from Mistral. But Pyrrha never got a say in what she wanted from her life. Sure, she enjoyed being a Huntress. She liked the admiration, the attention, the pride that she brought to her family. But was that destiny truly her own? Did destiny even exist? She always thought so, but could a simple human mind truly process such an esoteric concept?

When she came to Beacon, she thought she was finally going to have a say in the rest of her life. But that didn't happen. The authorities around her had other plans for her life. She learned secrets of the world she never thought were possible. The Maidens? Magic? What a ridiculous concept? And most horribly of all, they wanted to turn her into one of them. They planned to merge her Soul with that of another, force her into a life she never asked for, turn her into not just a defender of Humanity, but a powerful force of nature that could never live a good, normal life. They wanted to rob her friends from her, her family, her very sense of self. And the most horrifying thing to Pyrrha Nikos was that—in her time of desperation and need, when the entire world was collapsing around them—she was going to let them do it. She was willing to throw her entire life away, all for the sake of a destiny she never truly comprehended.

And then, of course, everyone knew how that turned out. The Maiden died. Beacon fell. And she, in all of her infinite foolishness, decided to fight Cinder Fall head-on, even though she had no chance of winning. What happened but the expected? Cinder beat her. Humiliated her. And in the end, Cinder pulled out a bow and arrow and shot her directly in the heart.

Pyrrha should have been dead. She still, after so many months, had no idea how she wasn't dead. She remembered the pain, the darkness, and then suddenly, she was back in the realm of existence. Did the Gods pull her from the void? Did they bring her back, and if so, what was the reason? Perhaps it was a second chance to fulfill the destiny that had escaped her the first time. But maybe, just maybe…it was a sign of something else. Perhaps her second chance wasn't merely the universe forcing her gear back into the machine. Perhaps it was a chance to start anew. She had given her whole life for the benefit of others, whether they be her teachers, her parents, or the Kingdom of Vale. What did that sacrifice get her? An arrow through the heart. Maybe the Gods wanted her to live not for others, but for herself. She was alive again so she could do it right. Follow her own dreams. Live her own passions. Be the Pyrrha Nikos that they didn't want, but one that they deserved. Pyrrha was done living as a Huntress, as a savior, as a warrior. From now on, she was her own person. Her destiny was within her hands, and she was going to take it, by hell or high water.

So, that was why it was so goddamn important for Goodwitch to not goddamn cum on Neon's goddamn face until the goddamn camera was in goddamn position!

Pyrrha—or Nyrrha, as she was properly called—sighed as another wasted moneyshot sailed beyond the view of her camera. "Professor, you couldn't hold it in a little longer?"

"Sorry, Nyrrha," Goodwitch said sheepishly, slapping her hanging meat against the young Huntress's face like she was playing the bongo drums with her cheeks. "She's just so cute, and she brought me to climax so fast and—"

"Yes, yes, I get it," Pyrrha said with disappointment. Admittedly, it was rather difficult to lug the massive camera over her shoulder from a ground position aimed at the sexual chugging of a thick Professor penis into the shiny wet cooch of Neon Katt, all the way up to an overhead shot of said Professor blowing her load all over the teenage girl's pretty little nose. Goodwitch had a fast pullout game, and the cock went from pussy to tongue in record time, something that could only be accomplished by a woman of Goodwitch's extremely high level of experience. But as Pyrrha stared at the cream dripping down from the bridge of Neon's nose onto her lips, rolling into her eyes and gluing them shut like paste, she couldn't help but feel left out of yet another missed opportunity. She thought that an orgy would be a great place to get footage for The Lesbian Ultimate, but she failed to realize that with quantity came a lack of quality. It was incredibly simple to get the perfect titillating shot of a woman getting fucked when there was only one of them. She could properly set up the lighting, the set, the audio, and the camera, all to capture in rapturous beauty the explosion of an orgasm in glorious high definition. But with an orgy? The fucking was everywhere. In the beds. On the floors. In the kitchen. On the stairs. There was so much fucking of so many varieties going on that it was physically impossible to process all of it. How the hell was she supposed to edit this footage? How was she to know what the juiciest shots would be in this chaotic fuckery? It was, to put it politely, a goddamn shitshow, and as each orgasm passed, Pyrrha grew more and more disheartened by the state of her orgy?

Maybe the problem was that she wasn't getting involved. That was something to consider. She was the only woman left in the entire mansion who still had her clothes on—well, clothes that weren't part of fetish gear, at least. This experience had been quite impersonal so far; usually on set, she would like to really get to know her actors before she watched them fuck each other's brains out like rabid animals. There were too many strangers in the mansion, too many people fucking outside her watch. She had to get more involved. Luckily, Pyrrha realized, she had plenty of friends helping her out? What would be the harm in joining them? She was sure there wouldn't be any problems there, and she would be able to join them in sex nice and easily.

Nope, she thought to herself with a grin. Definitely not foreshadowing.

The first person she came across on her quest to get Yang. She thought that was a rather good first choice. Seriously, who in that room was a bigger slut than Yang? Before the shoot officially began, Pyrrha asked them all if there were any fetishes they wanted to act out or pieces of equipment they desired. Yang simply said: "Give me enough to break me." That woman was fucking insane. Maybe the only person who came close was Nora, but then again, Nora wasn't going around willingly fucking her own family members. Although to be fair, Nora was an orphan; she didn't have a lot of family to fuck. That was a mean thought. Really mean. Bad Pyrrha. Don't be mean. But Yang—yes, Yang. Yang would totally agree to have sex with her. Once she could find that woman. Pyrrha scanned the Sea of Sluts, hoping to find the blonde in the center of a crowd somewhere, partaking in a gangbang far too big for any normal human to handle. However, much to Pyrrha's surprise, she couldn't seem to find Yang anywhere. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn't see her, which was especially surprising considering that Yang Xiao Long was almost always the center of attention. Not being able to find her was…concerning, to say the least.

Pyrrha did, however, spot another familiar face. In the corner of the room, bitter and sitting with her head in her palms and covered in what appeared to be milk from head-to-naked-toe, was Blake Belladonna, a fully clothed and comforting Ilia by her side. Pyrrha smiled, and confidently strode over to them. Blake—now that was an attractive person. Granted, they were never the best of friends, but hey, one hot woman plus another hot woman had to lead to some chemistry, right? Yet, when Pyrrha drew closer, she realized that she underestimated the sourness of Blake's mood.

"Hello, Blake," Pyrrha greeted her cautiously. "Are you enjoying the orgy?"

Blake growled instead of talking. Ilia tried her best to explain, placing a gentle hand on Blake's shoulder.

"Sorry, Nyrrha. She's not feeling very well."

Pyrrha raised an eyebrow. "Why not? Something wrong?"

"Something wrong?" Blake said in anguish. "Is something wrong? Fucking look at that!"

Blake pointed out into the Sea of Sluts, and Pyrrha followed her finger until her eyes fell onto a single woman that closely resembled her Faunus ally. She was on her knees, standing amidst a circle of what had to be twenty, no, thirty women, all of them with cocks erect and cumming directly onto her. The older woman was being blasted with delicious spunk from every possible angle, her skin being caked so thoroughly in cum that an onlooker might have thought she took a bath in it. Her mouth was wide open, and she eagerly caught any spurt of seed that happened to land close to her lips, swallowing it with an audible moan of satisfaction. It was quite an impressive bukkake, if not simply for the way all the women squished against each other so they had a chance to blast the Faunus MILF with their semen. It was an impressive bout of teamwork, and really, wasn't that what being a Huntress was all about? Pyrrha didn't understand the problem until she paid the resemblance between the woman and Blake closer attention; when she realized what was happening, she nodded compassionately.

"I see how that's upsetting," Pyrrha acknowledged.

"I know, right? It's unbelievable!" Blake cried.

"Yes, it's unbecoming of a mother to act that way in front of her daughter," Pyrrha reflected. "There's a reason why I didn't invite my own mother to this orgy, you know. Well, part of that has to do with her not knowing that I'm alive, but a lot of it is the impurity of it all—"

"What? No, dumbass!" Blake exclaimed. "I'm not upset that she's having sex. I'm mad that I'm not the one fucking her! It should be me and her, all alone surrounded by candlelight, making sweet tender love as the moon turns full! I shouldn't be watching her get her rocks off to literally every other woman in fucking Remnant! It's disgusting!"

"You…what?" Pyrrha blinked.

"She wants to bang her mom," Ilia explained. "It's her one thing. She refuses to have sex with anyone else until she can fuck her mom…" Ilia gritted her teeth and mumbled. "Even though there are some women here who would be more than happy to sleep with her…"

"Oh, I see," Pyrrha said awkwardly. "Um, maybe I could talk to your mother? Perhaps I could change her mind—"

"You are not fucking my mom!" Blake shouted angrily, too upset to even rise to her feet in protest.

"What?" Pyrrha stammered. "I…I wasn't going to—"

"If you touch my mom, I will fucking kill you," Blake threatened. "Now, get out of here! Fuck off!"

"But I just—"

"I said fuck off!"

Pyrrha sighed. Blake clearly had some issues she needed to work out. That was okay. Everyone needed their personal space sometimes, and there were plenty of other fish left in the sea. And by sea, she meant the Sea of Sluts. And by fish, she meant tuna. And by tuna, she meant vagina. Metaphors were fun.

"Okay, just one last thing," Pyrrha asked. "Have you seen Yang around?"

If it was possible for fire to shoot out of Blake's head, it would have. Blake let out a terrible scream and slammed her fists into the ground, seething with violent, heavy rage. Ilia smiled nervously.

"Uh, we saw her leave a few minutes ago," the chameleon Faunus explained. "She was in the middle of a milk enema party, and then Nora took her away. She said something about…taking it to the next level?"

Pyrrha's heart sank. Nora and Yang? Together? That certainly couldn't be good. Pyrrha thanked Ilia for her time and took off running through the Sea of Sluts, hearing Blake's horrified wails of misery fading behind her. Her mind raced with awful possibilities. She had always known Nora to be a kinky freak. Even back in their Beacon days, she would sometimes walk into her dorm after a long day of classes and come face-to-face with Nora shoving some new massive object directly up her ass, or see her and Ren in some crazed sex position that she would blush and have to turn away from. It was far too much for her naïve heart at the time, and she could only imagine the stress it put on Jaune, who was a poor virgin with a weak and fragile mind. She didn't dare think about how Nora's urges had escalated over the months she had been gone.

How did Pyrrha eventually find Nora and Yang? Call it intuition—or convenience. Her years of Huntress training and familiar knowledge of her former teammate's behavior led her down a seemingly abandoned corridor, where few of the whores dared to tread. She allowed herself to wander into the deepest recesses of the castle, away from most of the cameras the glamour, suspecting that whatever Nora wanted, she wanted to do it in private. It wasn't very long before she heard laughing in the distance. Crazed, teenage hysterical laughing. Pyrrha became focused and picked up her pace, trying to hunt down the source. She was led deeper, deeper, deeper into the mansion, through halls and past rooms she had never seen before. The laughter grew louder and louder, and Pyrrha kept racing towards it until she suddenly arrived at the source: a room labeled, "Dust Supply Room." Pyrrha took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Well, the label wasn't lying. She had to give it that. She probably should have realized that a man who ran a company called the Schnee Dust Company would have a lot of Dust lying around, but she didn't realize that there would be so much of it. The Dust Supply Room was a room filled with nothing but shelves, on those shelves, stretching out into the darkness and as high as the eye could see, were rows and rows and rows of Dust crystals and canister after canister of Dust powder. Pyrrha had to step back to take it in fully; there was enough Dust in there to level the entire mansion if they weren't careful! She couldn't believe that Jacques didn't keep a better lock on that room considering how dangerous it was. Then again, they were in a secure mansion floating far away from any would-be thieves. If there wasn't a massive orgy going on, he probably wouldn't have had anything to be concerned about. Unfortunately, Pyrrha did have something to be concerned about; she heard laughter coming from just behind the shelves.

When she turned the corner, she saw not just Yang and Nora, but Velvet and Coco as well, all sitting in a circle on the floor, naked as the day they were born—except for Coco, who still found a way to wear her beret and sunglasses. Because she was cool like that. They were laughing over a giant pile of Dust powder that had been mixed together from every type of elemental substance in the room. At first, Pyrrha didn't understand what they were doing.

And then she saw a razorblade in Nora's hand.

"Ahem!" Pyrrha coughed, and the four girls snapped to attention. They smiled cheerfully at her, unaware if they were doing anything wrong.

"Oh, what's up, Nyrrha?" Yang asked. "Why do you still have your clothes on? Not fucking anyone since you're directing everything?"

"That's not important right now," Pyrrha stated. Nora took a few pinches of the Dust pile and sprinkled it in front of her, and she began to slice the pile with a razor blade until Pyrrha stopped her. "Nora, what are you doing?"

Nora looked up at her, confused. "Huh?"

"What are you doing?"

"Doing?"

"Yes. With the Dust."

"Oh," Nora laughed, rolling her eyes. "We're gonna take some Dust. Want in?"

"You are going to…what?" Pyrrha said in surprise.

"Sorry, you don't know this," Nora said, starting to explain. "See, before Beacon completely fell apart, Ren and I were trying to really get creative with our sexcapades. Right, Ren?"

"Sheet Man love ass!"

Pyrrha screamed, jumping backward in fright. That man. A man under a sheet. He was standing right next to her. Where did he come from? Why did he have an erection? Huh? What?

"Anyway, so we were sneaking into Professor Goodwitch's office one day," Nora continued. "You know, to fuck on her desk. Obviously. But when Ren tried to get his pants off, he accidentally knocked over a vial of Dust powder she had on her desk, and it flew up and everywhere! Some of it went straight into my nose, and you won't believe what happened."

"I'm…guessing you got high?" Pyrrha suggested.

"As a kite, baby!" Nora said enthusiastically. "Oh, Pyrrha, it was so awesome. The sex we had was unbelievable. It was like my body was being sucked through a black hole, twisting and warping and molding to his dick. It's spectacular. So, since I've come here, I knew that there had to be a lot of Dust lying around, so I was going to get turned up to eleven. Coco and Velvet seemed interested, and I knew Yang was always down to party, so I brought them to try it with me."

"Hold up, hold up," Pyrrha said, waving her arms in front of her. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? It's safe," Yang stated. "Nora said she's done it a dozen times."

"That doesn't make it safe," Pyrrha said. "Dust is extremely dangerous. You shouldn't be snorting elemental chemicals. That's going to really hurt you all."

Nora laughed, brushing Pyrrha's concerns away. "Oh, Nyrrha. Don't be silly. We aren't going to snort the Dust. That'd be crazy."

Pyrrha blinked. "You…you aren't."

"Of course! That'd be really stupid. It'd kill you in seconds," Nora stated.

"Then why do you have a razor blade?' Pyrrha asked.

Nora shrugged. "I just like chopping things with razor blades."

"That's a weird hobby."

"Well, it's my hobby."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"So," Pyrrha said more calmly, "you aren't going to snort the Dust."

"Nope," said Nora emphatically.

Pyrrha sighed in relief. "Thank God."

"We're going to freebase it!"

"Wait, what?"

There was a loud clang next to Pyrrha, and for the second time in the span of a minute, she nearly jumped out of her skin. The crashing came from Sheet Man, and when Pyrrha looked down at the floor beneath his sheet, she realized that from his sheet had fallen equipment. A lot of equipment. Very bad equipment. Before she could start to comprehend what was happening, Velvet clapped her hands and squealed in anticipation, and Coco let out a cheer, and Yang nodded in approval as Nora crawled over on all fours, her ass swiveling back and forth, hypnotizing the girls who saw it in all its fat majesty. Nora scooped the materials off the floor: a match, a spoon, a set of needles, sterilizing swabs, a rubber band, and more that Pyrrha could not even process. Just where did she get all that? Wasn't it illegal? How did it get in the mansion? Wait, was all of that hiding up Ren's sheet?

"First, you melt the Dust," Nora said, sprinkling some of her multicolored pile onto the spoon as she lit the match beneath it. Pyrrha reared back, preparing for it to explode, but for some reason, the Dust didn't react like she expected. Instead, it just slowly started to melt like any other narcotic.

"Nora, this is really dangerous," Pyrrha begged. "Like, this is extremely unsafe. Drug addiction isn't good."

"It's not an addiction. I just like doing it as a hobby!"

"Again, very poor choice in hobbies!"

"Nonsense," Nora said, shaking her head as the Dust started to melt. "This is one hundred percent perfectly sane and normal. Now, the next thing we do is add the heroin."

Pyrrha screamed. "Heroin?"

"Ooh, heroin!" Velvet said, clasping her hands in delight as Nora took another small white bag from the ground and poured some of its contents onto the spoon. "What a fun surprise, Nora."

"What? No, it isn't!" Pyrrha exclaimed. Nora ig-nora-ed her, and Yang's eyes suddenly lit up with enthusiasm.

"Wait, hold on a second. Does anyone have any Futanarium?" the blonde asked. Velvet, Nora, and Coco shook their heads, and Pyrrha just stared at them in disappointment. Sheet Man, however, began to tremble. And he began to shake. And he started to roar. And then, with a massive grunt, he thrust his hips violently back and forth, thrusting like the dickens, until suddenly, a small bottle of Futanarium pills dropped out beneath his sheet and casually rolled along the floor directly next to Yang's thigh. She smirked and picked it off the ground, holding it out in front of her in excitement. "Perfect! Let's add some of this shit in!"

Pyrrha shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. I can't do this!"

She turned to leave just as Yang started to crush a single pill of Futanarium in her palm. "Oh, don't leave. Don't you want to have a micro-orgy with us?"

"Yeah, Pyrrha," said Nora disappointedly. "The two of us have never slept with each other. Not once! Even though we were teammates. We have to rectify that. It'd be super hot!"

"I do want to have sex with you, don't get me wrong," Pyrrha said sheepishly. "But I don't support drug use of any kind. I don't want to be around you if you're just going to be high. No offense. I'll just be on my way."

"So wait," Coco said, tying a rubber band around Velvet's arm as the Faunus's bunny ears drooped in shame. "You aren't even going to try to stop us?"

"I can't force you to do anything. It's an orgy," Pyrrha said somberly. "Just please try not to kill yourselves. I have to edit this footage later, and it'd be really bad to have to deal with four overdoses."

"We guarantee nothing," said Nora.

Pyrrha sighed. "Then…can you promise me you won't do anything too kinky while you're high?"

"Again," said Nora, loading up a syringe. "We guarantee nothing."

Pyrrha looked at the four girls, and they looked at her, and then Pyrrha, saddened and dejected, slowly left the Schnee Manor Dust Room. She heard the moans of ecstasy ripple through the hall behind her as she left the four girls to their business.

Cinder entered the main hall fuming, descending down the stairs in a series of stomps and coming to a stop overlooking the main hall. She scanned the environment. Sluts. So many sluts. Stupid sluts. She hated them. Hated stupid sluts. She looked at her cock. She had a cock. She hated it. She hated her cocks. She hated all cocks. She hated everything. Those women. All those dumb fucking women.

They deserved to die.

Cinder's eye lit up in brilliant flame for a moment, but before she could begin to enact her wrath, Neo slid in front of her, grabbing onto her shoulders in desperation.

"Whoa there, cowgirl! What do you think you're doing?"

Cinder sneered. "Isn't it obvious? I'm killing everyone."

Neo gasped. "Wait a second! You can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Because this orgy is really fun," Neo explained in a whisper, trying not to draw attention to themselves considering their status as wanted felons. "And also, there are a metric fuckton of Huntresses here who would kick our asses if we tried anything."

"Oh, who gives a shit?" Cinder said with a bitter growl. "This night is already ruined. The only thing that can make me feel better is ripping out a few throats."

"Yeah, so uh, let's not do that," Neo suggested. "I mean, okay, so the Ruby plan didn't work—"

"She has a netorare fetish!" Cinder said through gritted teeth. "A fucking netorare fetish. How was I supposed to anticipate that? What kind of fucked up pervert gets off to that nonsense?"

"Look, there are other ways to get revenge on Ruby," Neo stated. "We can fuck her sister! How about that? Do you want to fuck her sister? I mean, I'd like to fuck that bitch anyway. Get some payback, if you know what I mean."

"Please. She'd probably just encourage it," Cinder said. Neo wasn't sure, but it almost sounded like Cinder was…broken. Cinder was a woman of great pride. Even when she was fucking someone up the ass, she did it to show her dominance over them. Taking such a humiliating defeat, allowing another woman to dictate when she came through the use of a well-placed finger in the ass? That was likely more than her fragile heart could bear. Unfortunately, Neo wasn't very good at making people feel better. These days, the only things she was good at were creating hallucinations, stabbing people, cunnilingus, and making bizarre, inexplainable pop culture references. And yet, despite that, Neo knew she couldn't give up. Cinder was her best friend.

Wait, holy shit, Cinder Fall was her best friend. That was a depressing thought.

Still, she couldn't give up. Never give up. Never surrender. Just like Galaxy Quest. What was that? No idea! She was sure that it was great, though, and that's what counted!

However, just as Neo was about to open her mouth to give words of encouragement, she heard a sudden sultry voice from behind her.

"Well, well, well… look who crawled her way out of the pit?"

Cinder's eye went wide with fear, and when Neo turned around, she couldn't help but panic as well. The voice belonged to none other than Raven Branwen, who approached the two with a confident swagger brought about only by the knowledge of how she had vanquished the both of them in the past. Neo's memory lagged at first, but eventually, she recognized the silhouette of the woman in the mask who attacked her on the train all those months ago. The woman who defeated her handily, scared her off into the dark. And Cinder—well, she remembered their battle by the Vault all too well. She remembered falling into the darkness, thinking her life was over. She remembered the chill running up her spine and overtaking her as she was frozen solid into ice. Most of all, she remembered that dumb bitch's smirk when she defeated her. It was a face that she'd never forget, and even now, it brought about an untapped fury that threatened to turn the entire orgy into a mass grave.

Cinder's fear gave way to rage, and she stepped forward, ready to brawl. Raven, however, merely held up a hand in defense. She was naked as well, and she briefly admired Cinder's added girth as well as her own, stroking her own length almost as a show of strength. Cinder's cock was big. Raven's was just a teensy bit bigger.

"Calm down there, small fry," Raven laughed. "I'm not here to fight you. Today's my day off from Salem business."

"You…" Cinder seethed. "You fucking cunt. You tried to kill me."

"Yeah. You tried to kill me. Get over it. Anyway, wasn't expecting to see you two here. Why so glum? Weren't as into anal as you hoped?"

Cinder didn't want to give Raven the satisfaction of an answer, but Neo, ever the negotiator, calmly tried to defuse the tension. "She tried to get sexual revenge on Ruby Rose by sodomizing her girlfriend right in front of her. Unfortunately, it turns out that—"

"Ruby is a giant pervert? I know," said Raven. "It makes sense she'd want to see her girlfriend get rammed. That cumslut is hornier than a stampede of wildebeests. Hell, she might be hornier than my daughter, which is saying something. Speaking of which, have any of you seen her around? I've been thinking of giving that incest thing everyone's been talking about a try."

"No, sorry," Neo said with a shrug. Raven just shrugged back.

"So, why do you want to fuck with Ruby?"

Cinder pointed to her eyepatch, her lips tightening. "This is why."

"Ah, so Ruby fucked up your face. I see," Ruby said, placing her hand on her chin contemplatively. "You know, if you want to get your revenge on Ruby, I can help you."

Cinder snickered. "You? Help me? I doubt it."

"No, I'm serious," said Raven. "I feel bad for dumping you in a giant pit. If I knew how hot you were, I would have reconsidered." She scanned her eyes up and down Cinder's body, lingering a little extra on her cock and breasts, but Cinder was unfazed by any embarrassment."

"What makes you think I can trust you?"

"Because no one loves fucking over Ruby Rose more than me," Raven explained. "She's the bastard daughter of when my ex-husband remarried to my former bitch teammate. I hate their dumb little offspring, and I try to fuck with her whenever I can. Hell, this one time, when she was a kid, I flew all the way to her house in the form of a bird just to tell her that she and Yang didn't have the same mother. She was like five."

Neo frowned. "Jeez…that's awful."

"I know. It was hilarious," Raven stated dryly. "Anyway, if you want to make Ruby suffer—and I mean, actually suffer, there's only one way to do it. And I'm willing to share it with you on one condition."

Cinder crossed her arms, intrigued. "And what condition is that?"

Raven licked her lips. "You. Me. Fifteen minutes alone together. I make you do whatever I want to me."

Cinder paused for a moment. On one hand, fuck Raven. On the other hand, fuck Ruby. But then again, fuck Raven. But, also to be considered, fuck Ruby.

Fuck Raven.

Fuck Ruby.

Fuck Raven.

Fuck Ruby.

Fuck Raven.

Fuck Ruby.

Fuck Raven.

Fuck Ruby.

Cinder shrugged. Now that she thought about it, she could do both. Why give up now when she had another chance at revenge directly at her fingertips. Also, Raven was attractive. Her body would be sufficiently fine to ravish. She smiled seductively, extending her Grimm arm out for a handshake.

"Deal," she said evilly. "But first, tell me how to break Ruby Rose."

Raven rolled her eyes, casually accepting the handshake. It wasn't even three months ago they were trying to murder each other. And now, they were allies in sex and revenge. It was true what they said: it was strange times to live in indeed.

"Fine. Here's the secret," Raven stated calmly. "Before, you tried to go for her pussy. This time, you need to go for her heart."