Entering the preparation room, Erwin saw the empty perp table. Searching, he saw Skeets's battered body. Now where was the cadaver? Checking under the tables, no cadaver. Studying the ceiling, nothing among the rafters. Nothing hiding in the cabinets.

Did…sharp pain from his left ankle. Falling onto his face. Something pinned his right foot. Same sharp pain against his right ankle. Something sliced his tendons only to cut off his lower half from his upper half. Turning onto his back, he witnessed the Skeets's battered corpus crawling along his legs. Skeet's metamorphosed into the living dead girl. Pinning his arms, she drove the blade of butcher knife into his chest.

How long was this living dead girl plunging her knife into this mutilated corpus? Long enough for the slavers to dragged her off the corpus.

Staring at Blake reading The Last Romance of the Ninja, "Exactly what did you do to get Yang mad?" asked Rudy.

"Messed up her hair," answered Blake looking from her book at Ruby, "and kissed Winston in front of her."

"Thought you were avoiding that."

"Curiosity got the better of me."

"Do I need to hurt Yang?" asked Winston.

Staring at Winston, "I need some ice cream," replied Ruby grabbing Ying's arm.

Watching Ruby leaved with Ying, "Was kissing Winston worth it?" asked Weiss.

Licking her lips, "I'm almost tempted to try sparring with him in bed," remarked Blake.

"If you keep trying to live at your trashy book fantasy, you better write and update your last will and testament."

During her dodging and weaving to the tempo of, "Hey ho, let's go!" Right.

"Hey ho, let's go!" Left.

"Hey ho, let's go!" Bop.

"Hey ho, let's go!" Weave.

"They're forming in a straight line

They're going through a tight Wind

The Kids are losing their minds

The blitzkrieg bop,"

"Hey, ho, let's spar, Winston," said Yang.

Silence.

"That's right. You didn't want to spar," slamming her right fist into the punching bag, "No, you couldn't," slamming the punching bag, "No, you couldn't!" slamming the bag, "NO, YOU COULDN'T!"

Spin kicking the punching bag sent it off its hook and into Jaune.

Staring at Jaune's arms and legs wrapped around the punching bag, "Having trouble?" asked Pyhrra staring at Yang.

"Like I'm going to listen to a female who can't convince a blonde idiot she wants him in her shorts," storming into the changing room.

Pushing the punching bag off, "Who is she talking about?" asked Jaune accepting Pyhrra's hand.

Pulling Jaune to his feet, "No one important," studying Jaune, "Jaune, are my breasts big enough?"

"Pyhrra," leaning away from her, "what are you talking about?"

Trapping Jaune against a weight machine, she gripping his wrists.

Placing his hands on her breasts, "Are my breasts big enough for us continue our training in dating?"

"Pyhrra?"

"Or," placing his hands on her butt cheeks, "do you like buns, huh?"

"Pyhrra?"

"Yes, Jaune."

"I'm going to throw up."

Pushing Pyhrra off, Jaune run into the changing room. Finding an empty toilet, he bent over and emptied the bile from his stomach bile into the toilet. Wiping the bile from his lips, he turned to find his face between Yang's breasts.

Tapping Jaune's nose, "Too bad," replied Yang, "you're not my type, Vomit Boy."

Walking from bathroom drying off his hair, "You are not alone,"

Removing the towel from his eyes, Winston caught the figure of a naked cat faunus draped over his bed.

Smiling at Winston quickly wrapping his towel around his waist, "You shouldn't be embarrassed," she remarked sitting up.

Watching Blake stretching, "Can't believe," thought Winston staring at Blake's cat ears, "Yang thinks those are fake."

Watching Blake walking towards him, "You used the window didn't you," said Winston.

"Of course," wrapping her arms around Winston's neck, "didn't want anyone to see my cat ears."

"Now exit through the window."

"Thought everyone liked cat faunus."

"After your fight with Yang, you're trying this."

"This is me offering myself to you."

"Leave."

"Winston, you're too good for Yang. Many those living alternate lifestyles would switch back for you."

Sitting down, "What did I do to deserve this?" asked Winston staring at his hands.