For a moment after Yang ended the Scroll call, neither Blake nor Weiss said anything. First, Penny is accidentally killed by Pyrrha, then the Grimm started swarming Vale, and now the White Fang are attacking Beacon? Things went from 0-60 in almost no time at all, and the safe bet was that things were going to keep getting worse before they started to get better.
"Blake…" Weiss looked over to her Faunus friend. "What should we do?"
Blake rubbed her chin. "Well, we could either go and help our friends defend the school, or…" She left the thought hang.
"Or…?"
"Or...we could forget all that and start new lives as prostitutes." There wasn't a hint in her voice that she was joking.
"Blake!"
"Weiss, there's a good chance that we'd both end up dead by the end of the night, so answer me honestly; do you think you'd make it out alive, especially with the White Fang getting involved?"
...Weiss honestly couldn't say that Blake was wrong about that. After all, it wasn't a secret that the SDC didn't always treat its menial works well, especially when most of them were Faunus. Not to mention her father was, to put it lightly, a raging douchebag, further tainting her family's reputation.
Not to mention that she wasn't the most durable Huntress in her team, much less Beacon as a whole.
Then again...she did have a really great voice...not to mention 99% flawless skin (the scar over her eye notwithstanding)...and she was pretty limber…
And Blake wasn't hard on the eyes either…
"...you know...we'd probably make pretty good prostitutes," she reasoned.
Blake scoffed next to her. "Please, we'd make amazing prostitutes."
"Yeah...you're right; we would be amazing…!"
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2 months later…
"Hey...Blake?"
"Yes, Weiss?"
"...you ever wonder why we're here?"
"Um...well, I guess that's one of life's great mysteries, isn't it: why are any of us here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know, Weiss, but it keeps me up at night."
"..."
"...what?"
"I meant why are we still here, on the ground floor? We were supposed to move up a floor to the Niche floor a week ago. ...what was all that deep ennui stuff just now?"
"Oh. Um...nothing. And I don't know; Little Miss Malachite said she was working on reorganizing things."
"Well, she sure is taking her sweet time about it...and why does this stupid harness chafe so much? None of the other girls ever complain about this..."
"Oh, I don't know...maybe it's because someone wouldn't let me measure them when the order was going out!"
"Gasp! I was feeling bloated that day! It wouldn't have been an accurate measurement, anyway…"
"Then it's your own fault. ...but I do wish these kimonos wouldn't ride so low on my chest…"
"Well then maybe you should have been measured properly, huh?~"
"OK, you know what-?"
There was suddenly a loud knocking on their door.
"Shut up and make yourselves look sexy; you've got a customer arriving in five minutes."
"*Sigh*...let's just get through this. We can talk with Miss Malachite afterwords about moving floors."
"Alright, fine… but my butt is still sore from last time, so it's your turn to get spanked."
"That's fair...how're my ears?"
"They look fine. How's my scar?"
"Sexy and mysterious like always."
"Perfect. Let's give this guy a good time."
"Sounds good to me."
fin.
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Welp, this was certainly a thing that happened. (And no, I will not be making any apologies for it.)
Anywho, I should also have something else ready later this month, so keep an eye on Paradigm of the Rose: Divergence by AManwithaB0x where it'll be posted.
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