"Ladies, your table," The maître d' said, gesturing the women to their table.

"Thank you, Pierre."

"Of course, mademoiselle," Pierre said, bowing away from the table.

Yang gave the waiter a smile as he backed away, and tucked her golden dress underneath her as she sat down facing her partner.

"So… Cinder. How did you manage to get us in here on such short notice?" Yang wondered aloud.

"Well, I have a few… friends who know the owner, and talked him into getting us a table," Cinder replied, her slow delivery entrancing Yang.

"Well, it's really nice of them to do that, it's not too often that I get time away from the gang, especially with Ruby and Weiss arguing so much nowadays about who gets to sleep with Zwei. You know, I had to sleep in Ruby's bed the first night that Weiss got him. Now all three of them sleep together some nights though, so I guess we're getting over that."

"Interesting. What about you and Blake? Do you two share a bed on occasion?" Cinder's words snaked through the air, sliding into Yang's ears, poisonous, yet so… alluring.

"Oh no, Blake wouldn't let me do that… Well, I take that back. There was that one time where we had to all basically pile on top of her to force her to get some rest. She's a really hard worker, but sometimes she doesn't know how to take a break."

"She sounds like a good person to have on your team," Cinder replied, her eyes dancing in the candlelight. Yang was intoxicated by her date. Cinder's long black dress had a slit on one leg that went up scandalously close to her hip line. Her hair was flowing around her shoulders, her eyes a deep honey amber color, and her perfume made Yang dizzy. What was happening to her?

"Yeah, Blake's the best. So, what were your teammates' names again?" Yang needed a moment to collect herself, and shifting the conversation to Cinder should give her enough time.

"Mercury and Emerald," Cinder said curtly before turning the conversation back to Yang, "So when you formed teams-"

"Ladies, your dinner," Pierre appeared with a flourish, carrying two plates of what Yang could only describe as the best looking food she had ever seen.

"But we haven't ordered yet!" Yang said, breaking out of her flustered state.

"Ah, but mademoiselle here let us know what to prepare! If it is not to your liking, we will gladly prepare something else for you if you'd like, mon cheri."

"That will be all, Pierre," Cinder said, the fire in her eyes blazing at the poor man's poorly timed entrance. Pierre caught the look and quickly disappeared.

"So… what is it?" Yang said poking her beautifully made, yet distinctly unappetizing plate.

"Lobster ravioli. We're forgetting something though…" Cinder said, peering into the dark, "Pierre!" She snapped.

"Yes mademoiselle, how can I serve you?" Pierre said, appearing from seemingly thin air at hearing his name.

"Bring two glasses of your finest champagne. And- "Cinder gestured Pierre to lean in as she continued her instructions so Yang could not hear.

"Ve-Very well mademoiselle, it shall be done," Pierre replied hesitantly, giving Yang a nervous look before disappearing again to retrieve the drinks.

"Now. Where were we…" Cinder said thoughtfully, twirling her fork between her finger and her food as Yang took a tentative bite.

No sooner had Yang swallowed than Pierre returned with two flutes and a bottle of champagne. Placing the glassware on the table, he popped the bottle and poured them both full glasses.

"Pierre?" Yang said, putting her fork down, "This looks great and all, but I could really just go for a cheeseburger right now, could you do that?"

Yang was about to apologize and try to play it off as a joke when she saw their waiter's horrified expression, but Cinder beat her to it.

"Of course he can. He'd be more than happy to, wouldn't you Pierre," Cinder's eyes were again replaced by fire, threating to burn the man to a crisp if her date did not get her way.

"Of course, of course!" Pierre recovered, "We will have it out for you in a moment, mon cheri!"

"Great!" Relief spreading across Yang's features as she took a long draw of champagne.

A slow smile spread across Cinder's face, and Yang felt dizzy. Was this the champagne? She had had beers and other drinks before, and could handle herself better than guys bigger than Cardin, but this hit her instantly.

Cinder still hadn't had a sip.

Yang's head drooped.

Cinder laughed.

Yang blacked out.