"Man, imma miss this place," Yang says with a sigh. She throws her head back and continues walking while eating up the sun. "Vale has NOTHING on this atmosphere."
"Agreed. It's nice to walk around a place that doesn't smell like car exhaust all the time, or one that never stops conducting a symphony of car horns and distant yelling." Blake takes in a long breath of crisp, clean sea air, letting her cat ears wiggle freely. Seeing as you were all in a pretty remote beach town, she didn't have any reservations about not wearing her bow. In fact, this is the first time in ages she was walking around in public without one.
Weiss also lets out a satisfied sigh. "Well, we still have a few days to enjoy. And now that everyone's back from the evacuation, restaurants and other venues will open up." She puts on a very smug smile. "We weren't exactly bored yesterday, but might as well enjoy the sights around town rather than just those in our bedroom~"
"hey those linens were aesthetic as dicks dont knock them" Yang says, holding back a laugh.
Ruby bounces up, interrupting her sister. "Not much of a vacation if we stay inside all day! We need ADVENTURE!"
Immediately, Yang responds with, "We came, we saw, we conquered, we came, we came again, we came a third time… Sounds like an adventure to me."
Weiss puts her hand to her forehead. "Why do I put up with you?"
"you dont want me to answer that in public and you know it"
"Ruby's right, though," Blake interjects. "There's plenty of things to do here that I'm sure will become a fun story to reminisce over. And no, 'The Tale of the Polyamorous Squid-Slayers,' doesn't count." Blake pauses. She pulls out her scroll, types a few lines, and says, "Actually, that's worth keeping in the notebook… But still."
Yang shrugs. "It's not as if our next grand adventure is just going to–"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN D3ADB3AR HAD A PANIC ATTACK!?" a voice shouts from across the street.
"You were saying?" Ruby asks.
"Nah, no, give it a sec," Yang answers, now staring intently across the street. "Could be nothing."
A very hired-goon looking man wearing a cheap suit and red sunglasses exasperatedly listens to his scroll. After a moment, he screams, "NO I DON'T KNOW WHAT, 'IT'S HER, IT'S THE SHE-DEVIL,' MEANS!"
Ruby narrows her eyes at Yang.
"k so maybe its something i dunno"
"CAN HE PERFORM OR NOT? WE NEED A DECENT DJ BY TONIGHT OR IT'S JUST GONNA BE A DISASTER! WELL FIGURE IT OUT!" The man in the suit furiously slams his scroll into its compact form and steams.
"Girls? Boy?" Yang asks, looking at RWB and you. She doesn't wait for an answer. With the swagger of a hero, she walks up to the suit-guy and asks, "What seems to be the problem?"
Suit-guy stares at Yang in disbelief. "Nothing you need to worry about, Blondie."
"I dunno~" Yang asks in her sing-songy, "Gimme what I want," kind of way. "Seems like it since you were screaming about it."
Suit-guy lets out a breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, fine. We're running a music festival to ensure positive feelings to make sure no more Grimm show up. Sponsored by the city, guests flying in, all that crap. But our headliner…" He hesitates. "…Can't seem to make it."
Yang's eyes narrow. "Did I hear he was a DJ? Cuz *I* happen to know a thing or two about DJing."
Suit-guy continues to stare at Yang. "So what, you're telling me you're on par with D3ADB3AR?"
"Oh, him?" Yang says, acting shocked. "I've worked with him before!"
Yeah, "worked with." I'm sure that's how D3ADB3AR would describe that beatdown…
Yang flutters her eyes. "You're telling me you never heard of DJ Fireballin?"
"I haven't."
Yang pouts. "Doesn't matter. It SOUNDS like you need a DJ, and unless you think you can find a better option by tonight, I think I'm your best bet."
Suit-guy thinks. With a frown, he explains, "We got a LOT of sponsor money going into this. If things go south, it'd be on your head."
Yang looks back at you and–well, actually just RWB and not you. "Hmm… Tell you what: if things go poorly, I'll personally guarantee a certain high-class benefactor will cover any monetary issues." She winks at Weiss, whose eye twitches. Blake stops her from saying anything.
"I suppose I don't have much of a choice… Give me your number and I can message you the time and where you're expected to be. Just… don't screw things up."
"Kk!" Yang and Suit-guy exchange information while you and RWB parse what exactly just happened.
"Are you CRAZY!?" Weiss yells after Suit-guy disappears into a club. "You can't just hijack a music festival on a whim and then expect ME to pay for anything that goes wrong!"
"It wasn't on a whim! I have experience with this sort of thing!"
"You DJed at our SCHOOL PROM!"
"And some birthday parties. Where's your sense of adventure!?"
Blake pats Weiss on the shoulder. "Calm down. It's a music festival. All she has to do is play some music and it'll be fine."
Yang smirks. "What, you think that's all imma do? We've been given a perfect chance to really let loose and have some fun! We can totally make this a night to remember for this whole town!"
Weiss frowns. "Do you want to elucidate us on this plan of yours? Seeing as I'll be the one at risk."
Yang smiles. "All I need is a dollar store and your unwavering support~"
Hours later, a rumble passes over the usually quiet town. A growing crowd gathers around a newly erected sound stage outside of a popular nightclub, chattering amongst each other in anticipation of the upcoming event. The light of day slowly disappears behind the horizon, shrouding the world in a gorgeous haze of orange.
Despite the exciting atmosphere, a man in a cheap suit sweats behind the stage. That is, until he sees the arrival of his saviors. An automatic-driving limo rounds a corner, stopping by the sidewalk. One of the windows rolls down just enough to let a cheap plastic megaphone poke out.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! ARE. YOU. READY!?" pours out from the megaphone.
The easily excitable crowd predictably starts shouting in agreement.
"I SAID ARE YOU READY!?
The crowd explodes significantly louder, beckoning the emcee behind the limo door to arrive and start the festival.
Slowly, the limo door slides open. And out walks her.
A pair of sneakers and mismatched knee/thigh highs steps out of the limo, which constitutes pretty much all of the clothes the girl wearing them had on. As Yang breaches the outside world, she flaunts pretty much everything in such a uniquely Yang way.
As part of her plan to truly make this a night to remember, Yang made sure that the crowd would eat her up. As such, her outfit meant that no matter what, all eyes would be on her. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, preventing any of her locks from covering her exposed skin. Starting from the top, she had on a pair of sunglasses, hoop earrings, and a glow stick necklace. On either arm were fishnet gloves that stretched all the way up past her elbows. In terms of actual coverage, her "top" consisted of two gold-textured stickers covering her nipples; otherwise, she was completely topless, leaving her breasts almost completely exposed and freeing them to jiggle with every movement. Going a little lower, her only other form of clothing was a yellow g-string with white elastic holding it together; the article hid away her mound and nothing else, exposing her entire ass, which was decorated with a Blake-supplied bodypaint handprint.
Yang fully exited the limo, gathering a mass of cheers from the audience. The blonde posed, letting the crowd get a good look at every angle of her non-outfit as she blew kisses and shook around. Beckoning the rest of her team to come out, she confidently strolled through the crowd, which made way for her until she jumped up onto the stage. Throwing up the horns, Yang raised the sounds of the crowd even more.
Next came a mysterious woman with light pink hair and an attitude. The crowd could swear she looked a bit like that celebrity heiress, but no, it couldn't possibly be. After all, Weiss Schnee had pure white hair, had a scar over her eye, and, of course, would never be seen wearing something so provocative. This woman had a stunning pair of light pink twintails rather than an uppity ponytail, a cute mole under her eye, and, of course, was wearing an incredibly provocative outfit.
After much coercing by Yang, Weiss had been convinced to color her hair for a night and add a bit of extra makeup to ensure her anonymity. She'd even used a bit of Lust Dust mixed with her Semblance to enhance her breasts. Because of that, she was completely unrecognizable, and could finally let loose without fear of ruining her reputation. As such, she wore a skimpy strapless microbikini, barely held together by tiny strings. Thanks to her larger-than-usual bust, the already-tiny top barely fit, threatening to pop open should Weiss stretch the wrong way. While her bottoms were slightly less explicit than Yang's, Weiss' bikini still showed more than it covered, exposing her pale white skin and figure. Unlike Yang, she wore a pair of matching fishnet thigh highs tucked into platform heels, further distorting her height and making it even harder to identify her as the Schnee Heiress.
Next came Blake, or rather, another mysterious woman. As another person with a vested interest in not being recognized, she'd put effort into looking like a different woman. That also had the benefit of letting her go harder on her outfit since she'd just be unrecognizable eye candy. So, in addition to skipping her bow and letting her cat ears wiggle freely, she wore a black face mask with a cute cat face drawn on it. Playing to her strengths, Blake wore a collar around her neck, which constituted a good portion of her outfit; a single length of ribbon stretched down from it, went between her breasts, between her sex, then back up her backside to form something even skimpier than a sling bikini. Covering Blake's otherwise bare breasts were two cat stickers, smiling at anyone and everyone who stared at her figure. Completing the outfit were two arm-length gloves, a fishnet thigh-high, and a thigh band tightening around and giving that oh-so-perfect squish.
Ruby wore sneakers. That was about it. Finally given the opportunity to exhibit her body in public without any real fear of retribution, she decided to go all out. The once-innocent leader of Team RWBY stepped out to already uproarious applause to further up the decibels. Her hair was tied into two small pigtails. Around her neck and wrists were glowing bracelets. Aside from those, her entire outfit consisted of bandaids and stickers. Two Lucky the Cat bandaids covered her nipples, the pink of her areolas peeking out from behind the minimal cover. A slightly larger flowery bandaid covered her mound but left everything else on display. Scattered around the rest of Ruby's body were random stickers, a decent amount of them already peeling off thanks to her nervous sweat ruining the adhesive. It'd be a miracle if she had any sort of cover left by the end of the night, not that Ruby cared one bit. Instead, she gleefully bounced around, shaking her well-developed body and allowing all of the festival guests to record her antics.
You, as a man, loved life. Seeing as it was a woman's job to up the fanservice for this type of event, you were fully dressed in a suit, playing the manager for DJ Fireballin and her groupies. You step out of the limo and follow RWBY up to the stage, enjoying the view as they step forward almost naked. Something about seeing your girlfriends expose themselves in front of so many people really gets you going; after all, you get to revel in the collective envy of all those who wished to do more than stare and grope at your girls. RWBY was yours, so you get the knowledge that the four women in front of you, the ones that everyone in the crowd wanted to be theirs, were yours. They were yours to partake in and enjoy, yours to love and to lust over, yours to make the night even more memorable.
RWBY takes their place on the stage, Yang behind a turntable while RWB prepare to dance. You take yours just behind it, smirking at a flabbergasted Suit-guy. The man, knowing he didn't have to worry about the concert failing after RWBY's display, forgot any anxieties and stared at the girls, adjusting his stance.
Yang holds up her megaphone. "Ladies and gents! I declare this concert officially STARTED!" As the crowd roars in excitement, Yang hits the music and starts her jam session. Any sounds of the crowd are washed out in a blowout from the speakers, loud, frenetic, powerful music blaring out from them.
Predictably, the crowd goes wild. Music festival attendants were easy enough to please once the music started, so adding in some gorgeous eye candy only made things go smoother. And while she wasn't quite a professional, Yang knew enough about DJing to run a set, playing *her* music, *her* way. If anyone didn't care for her ability to scratch, the fact that she was bouncing around in pasties up on stage gave them something else to pay attention to.
Yang ran the stage while RWB flaunted their respective bodies. At no point did the energy of the festival dim for a second, with everyone too infatuated/caught up in the moment to ever think about stopping. Weiss found a support to pole dance on. Blake shook around hard enough to nearly snap her "bikini" off. Ruby did a stage dive and was deposited back onto the stage completely stripped of all of her bandaids and stickers. Upon seeing that, Yang tore off her pasties, screamed for the crowd to cheer, then played out the rest of the festival completely topless.
The festival ran late into the night, finally dimming down after hours of screaming, dancing, and sweating. By the end, Ruby and Yang were naked, Blake stripped off her own pasties, and even Weiss dared to flash her bolstered-breasts for a few seconds. When all was said and done, you called an auto-limo to pick all of you up, plus picked up a few cheap shirts at a gas station to cover your partners. Meanwhile, Yang, using her hair to cover her nipples and putting on her thong, spoke with Suit-guy to finalize that yes, she did what she said she'd do. With that, you all headed back to the hotel, satisfied with how the evening went. All that was left was to wash the various bits of bodypaint, sweat, and in Weiss' case, hair dye off of yourselves and call it a night.