3 - Celestia Ludenburg - Exhibitionist Toggle (by MidbossMan)

"Without further ado, it's the woman we've all been waiting for and the reason for tonight's big event: Ms. Celestia Ludenburg, the Ultimate Gambler! Everyone, applause! Applause! W-Wait, no applauding? Bowing? Okay then! Ms. Ludenburg asks that we all bow silently in her presence! No, no, not that bowing posture, that's the Japanese style! Do it with-- yes-- the thing with the arm! Ahem, yes, very good."

These harried announcements boomed over the microphone, transmitted by an increasingly frazzled, graying man with a drooping mustache that appeared to droop further as the introduction rambled on. Although he acted like a butler-- and was even dressed like one-- this man was the CEO, owner of a large mall chain that had managed to thrive even as competitors went under left and right and the industry became a ghost of its former self. Today, he was no more than a servant for one of the most celebrated public figures in the world.

Rather than bowing, he was stooping, pulled by the ear so that an 18-year-old girl a head shorter than him could whisper directly into his ear. The metal card-peeling implement on her middle finger dug into the cartilage on his upper ear, nearly piercing the skin, as she issued hurried demands to fix this mockery. Applause? That was for lesser people. Celebrities all over the world got applause! There were only a select few that others would bow in silence to and she deserved to be among that elite number. A bunch of monkeys clapping their hands together with big grins on their faces might belong in a low-class mall like this, but as long as this was her Ultimate Gambling and Fashion Exhibition, she wanted to elevate the stage to a place that deserved to be graced by her presence.

Ah, stunned silence. That was what she liked to hear.

Celestia Ludenburg walked past the elegant black curtain draping the stage, wearing a graceful smile and performing an equally doll-like curtsy to the crowd in attendance. Her black hair was immaculately curled into massive, springing drills, ending all the way down at her hips. Her skin was as white and unblemished as a marble sculpture's. Her eyes, a striking red color, fluttered their long lashes for a moment, then seemed to stare directly into each member of the audience at once somehow. This was the poker face of the Ultimate Gambler. Never let them see where you're looking. Never betray the slightest interest. Or, in a situation like this, never let them think that you might acknowledge them, the individual. Today, like every day, they were all her pawns, and she'd make each one of them feel it by denying them so much as a cursory glance in their direction.

Today, she was dressed in a new ensemble: like most of her outfits, black was the order of the day, but given this was also an exhibition of her fashion line, she couldn't wear the same thing she always wore. She wanted to show off a new piece for the press. Today's outfit consisted of a black, high-waisted skirt, long over the knees and high up to the ribs, with a tasteful white blouse underneath, including a lengthy black bow tied beneath the collar. The stockings, only partially on display, were white with black ribbons about the thighs to match the neck. Her jet-black pumps clacked across the stage as she approached the table where she was to address the audience. She thought of that desk as her pedestal. Not much to look at-- lowkey so that you only focused on the intended recipient of attention.

Everything had been arranged according to her instructions, by the looks of it. A renowned event planner had been behind all of this, turning this shabby mall into something to behold. The only question was whether they'd gotten the most important part right.

Celestia raised a microphone, decorated with a big black ribbon to match the rest of her outfit. "Good day. Thank you all for attending my exhibition. It has been my pleasure to treat you to today's fashion show, with a dazzling array of new products that will soon be available to the general public. Even my attire today will soon hit... well, not the shelves. I am afraid it is not the type of dressing experience that most mall-goers can afford," she giggled at the expense of the mall-owner behind her. "But try an upscale boutique in England or France and you are likely to have better luck."

A few in the audience laughed uncertainly.

"You can laugh at that. I thought it was rather funny."

They laughed, not more genuinely, but louder.

"Very good. Now, we are going to move on to the gambling exhibition, which I hope many of you are excited for. It is rare that I play in such a public venue! I assure you, my nerves will not get the better of me just because more eyes are on me," she announced, covering her mouth with one hand briefly as though to stifle a laugh. "I will play members of the audience, who will have a chance to win fabulous prizes if they should carry away a victory." Her hand held tighter to her mouth-- it was obvious that she really was stifling laughter here. "Ahem. Our gracious event planners have prepared a variety of handicaps for me. I have a complete list, although, apparently, they have one surprise handicap that will be displayed only to all of you and not to me. You can see it on the board behind me, but I will not look. If you spoil it for me, it is your loss. I will not be held responsible for your mistakes. Now, bring up the contestant."

A young man-- a regular mall-goer, to look at him-- took the stage. Plain, with a felt jacket and jeans. That excited expression on his face fit a regular, low-skill commoner. When the time came to play, she would read him like a book, no tricks necessary. Celestia knew that this would be an easy victory.

The organizer passed him a simple remote control, about the size of a smartphone, and encouraged him to hold it beneath the tablecloth where Celestia couldn't see.

The woman raised an eyebrow, wondering what the point of this could be. Something to control the stage, perhaps? Activating the stage fans or a confetti cannon would be awfully childish. Even if the sprinklers turned on or the stage began shooting sparks, she'd play it through. She hoped whatever those event planners had come up with would be more exciting than that... "Well, now. They ought to be putting the secret event handicap up on the board behind me. Are you all excited? I hope it will be something very helpful for you." She folded her hands beneath her chin and tilted her head slightly with a cute, encouraging smile.

Surprisingly, the crowd did sound pretty excited. They gasped at first then, once they weren't chided for doing so, went on to actively cheering.

The sign, unreadable to Celeste, read: "HANDICAP: TURN HER INTO A SHAMELESS SLUT FOR ATTENTION BY HOLDING DOWN THE BUTTON."

Celestia joined them, but for no more than a small chuckle. "My, my. Our gracious hosts must have come up with something truly exciting. Will it be more exciting than the time I played the Buzzsaw **** Match, strapped to my chair in Tokyo, I wonder?"

That was supposed to be another reminder to everyone of her pedigree and the impossibility of defeating her, a call for all of them to return to respectful silence.

It didn't work. She saw hope on their faces and she hated it.

"Quiet, please."

The order from her microphone sent them all back into respectful quietude. They were all squirming in their seats, none more so than the young man across from her. That was how she preferred it.

"Very good. Now, our game for tonight is modified poker. We play against each other. Most valuable hand wins. Should you not know the hands values, simply refer to the chart in front of you. You may swap up to two cards in your hand, but only after you call or raise. You have 5000 points in chips to play with. Minimum bet is 100, maximum bet is 5000. Should you manage to bankrupt me, you walk away with the splendid mystery prize. In a game such as this, you could win even by luck, hm hm hm... Are you ready?" she smiled politely as the young man nodded, then she called to the mall CEO. "We will add new handicaps along and along. There should be something about a handicap added for me now, correct?"

The CEO acting as the MC wiped his forehead, as if afraid to act against her, even so far as giving her a handicap. "Y-Yes! It's, er, it's the wind tunnel. They're bringing it out now."

She clicked her teeth. Disgusting. It was one of those vulgar, mall-ish things she had worried they'd come up with, like pedestrians got inside and made themselves look like fools, grabbing cash as it flew through the air. She was confident in her grip on the cards, but she was insulted that they thought this posed any sort of handicap for her whatsoever. All it would do is ruin her nice outfit...

Her face quickly regained its usual, pristine smile. "I can handle that, hm hm. Allow me to step inside."

She moved inside, carrying in her five card draw along with the microphone. "Oh, and because I will be inside the tunnel, I will not swap any cards. I will go with the hand as its given to me. I will also wager... let us see... 500 chips to start. You can raise, call, or fold as you wish. Should you raise, well... because of this ridiculous set-up, I may have to leave the chamber. Truly imbecilic challenge design. Hm hm hm."

The young man shifted in his seat. Raising and losing more of his chips on his first hand was the furthest thing from his mind. Should he use the button? Would she know if he did? Would she be vengeful? Perhaps worst of all: was it possible to bluff with just a pair against a gambler like this? The hand he'd been dealt was low on value...

He stalled in his answer, waiting for the wind tunnel to turn on. He had no idea how such a handicap could even help him...

The air inside the clear, glass tube where Celestia had positioned herself began to swirl, thanks to ventilation all around the lower ring. Within moments, they'd adjusted it to the usual cash-flinging speed, causing Celestia's massive drill-tails to begin whipping the air. The skirt of her outfit fluttered enticingly and the ribbons caught the breeze, flapping all about her. Discretely, she held her elbows down and her cards a bit lower, making sure that the skirt wouldn't reveal too much. The panties were part of the lolita ensemble too, but she wasn't trying to advertise those in a public place, obviously. Even in a situation like this, her face was unblinking like a porcelain doll's. When her hair whipped into her face, she didn't so much as twitch her eyebrow.

"Now, now. No stalling. Is it not about time you made your bet?"

There was still a chance he could win, but if she already had a great hand, he'd be better off folding. There was no way to see her hand, was there? Unless... Curious, he pressed his thumb down on the button hidden beneath the table.

The backs of the card were still all he could see. Her expression barely even seemed to have changed. With a resigned sigh, he called, putting up 500 chips.

"Hm hm hm. There's a good boy. Now... how will you react when I raise?"

His eyes bulged as the pot suddenly increased from 500 to 1000. Again, he had **** but to stall and think...

Celestia watched him from inside the tube with a smile... but not her usual unflinching one. Finally, she sighed and shook her head. "This simply will not do. These people came here to be entertained and I've barely been inconvenienced in the slightest! Please, increase the power of the wind tunnel as high as it will go."

The mustachioed man looked flabbergasted. "M-Ma'am? As high as it will go? With all due respect, you should know that the ventilation does power up to quite a blast, designed to remove spare cash from the vents-"

Her brow furrowed and her eyes darkened. "Sorry, are you talking back to your guest of honor, whose net worth is five times that of every employee in this mall? I asked you to make this a spectacle. Increase the wind tunnel to max power!" When he conceded, fiddling with the controls on his side, she smiled in satisfaction and turned her attention back to her opponent. "There we go. Let no one say I did not give you a proper handicap. Now, will you fold, call, or raaa~aaaaaaise!"

The last part came out as something of a shriek, but not exactly one of protest. Rather, she sounded almost delighted as the power of the wind tunnel suddenly increased, causing her skirt to lift up away from her legs. Due to the high waist and long cut, there was a surprising amount of length to be raised. It fluttered into her face, slapping at her cheeks and blocking her vision, while revealing to the audience a very frilly black bikini-style bottom. The camera crew snapped to attention, zooming in enough to allow those watching the monitors to see white roses embroidered into the fabric and little white ribbons struggling to stay tied against the **** of the wind. Her pale skin, which ordinarily gave her the look of some sort of dark angel, somehow came off as amusing and sun-deprived while watching her wardrobe malfunction in action. She danced back and forth from leg to leg while trying to pull the front down, ignoring the back and allowing everyone to get an eye-full of her bubble butt.

When the skirt was finally pulled away from her face, her expression, unusually flushed and breathless, surprised the audience. She didn't seem altogether unhappy.

Moreover, she'd let go of both her microphone and the cards. The five cards began to flutter wildly around her while the microphone bounced onto the floor, thankfully missing her toes. The participant couldn't make out numbers, but he could tell the cards were at least three different suites of royalty. In other words, she had no chance of making a flush, and she might not even have a pair! He was probably the only person in the building watching her cards and not her butt. He called the bet, pushing forward enough chips to make 1000. Annoyingly, his new cards didn't help his hand. It was nothing more than a pair of eights.

As Celestia shrieked at modulating volume thanks to the microphone rolling around at her feet, the MC adjusted his collar awkwardly, wondering if she was going to hold him liable for all of this later. "M-Ms. Ludenburg? Can you hear us? The gentleman has called. Would you like to fold, call, or raise?"

"Caaaall!!" she shouted over the cacophony of the wind tunnel.

The organizers had **** but to shut down the wind tunnel now, allowing her to fall to her knees, her dress to finally settle back into place, and her cards to fall to the floor. She sat in a breathless lump for a moment, cradling herself with her arms and trembling with excitement. "Th-That was... a more exhilarating handicap than I expected," she admitted, urgently fixing back her hair as well as she could. Her neat hair drills had displaced, becoming more like the randomly splayed tendrils of some Lovecraftian monster. "Please show your hand." When it came down, she grinned ear to ear, mixing the excitement of this in her head with the earlier thrill of her exhibitionist streak. She flipped her own, revealing a straight. "10, Jack, Queen, King, and finally, Ace. Hm hm hm hm...!"

The young man slapped his forehead. He'd lost, even with a handicap.

Ordinarily, Celestia would take this time to gloat. Instead, thanks to the influence of the mysterious button, she was still raring to go. "Next hand! Hm hm hm... I'll crush you no matter what handicap is next. And what is next? Blindfolded! I have won countless hands of poker blindfolded. Sorry to break it to you."

The young man gulped. Was it really possible for her to win without seeing her cards?

The MC began to approach her from behind, carrying a black, silk eye mask. Seeing her on stage in that would be a little provocative, but would still retain her usual elegance. Before he could reach her, she waved him off with one hand. "No, no. I've got my own blindfold handy. Let's make this a more thrilling handicap!" Without giving anyone a chance to stop her, Celestia reached both hands under the tablecloth and fiddled for a moment. With a sinister smile, she revealed what she'd been after: it was the pair of rose-embroidered panties she was wearing a moment ago. "Have you ever been defeated by an opponent with her own undergarments wrapped around her face before? Hm hm hm! I can only imagine the look of mortification on your face after I defeat you."

The crowd watched, dumbfounded, as she lifted the skimpy panties to her head and began to tie the white laces about her ears, so that the panels of the panties perfectly hid her vision. Her nose was also slightly muffled by it, so she adjusted the fit until it was just right. "There we are. I'll defeat you like this."

It was hard for the challenger to even care about his cards. Celestia had never been like this before, right? She was a celebrity! Her matches were all very well known, well-publicized and often repeated from her own mouth. Had she ever done something like putting her panties on her head before? Dumbly, he called, pushing forward another 500 chips.

Even more dumbly, he let go of the button.

Celestia blinked a few times in confusion, awakening from that dream-like exhibitionist thrill to find herself in total darkness. "Ah... Right. I was to be blindfolded," she reminded herself. Something still felt off. She knew how it felt to be perfectly dressed. Right now, her hair was out of place, her dress was somehow disheveled, and oddly, there was a pretty significant draft between her legs... Discretely, she let her hand travel under the table-cloth and felt there. Her teeth clenched as she searched for her designer panties worn beneath her skirt and found the article missing. "What happened...?!"

"Excuse me, ma'am, but the timer is running short. You must answer the gentleman's call."

The only thing more humiliating than her current predicament would be to be seen losing. "Right! I-"

The young man pushed the button again, finally understanding his mistake. Celestia hesitated. Then, she made up her mind.

"I raise. I'm going all-in. My word. I certainly hope I don't lose everything."

"E-Excuse me, but... but you can't go all-in. You have more chips than your opponent, 6000 vs. 4000."

"Oh, but I am magnanimous! All-in. Surely he would not turn down a woman's generous offer? I am offering you everything I have..."

The young man gulped, considering his options. It was true: if she really was blind-folded, she hadn't seen her cards. This was his best opportunity. On the other hand, his hand was 2, 4, 6, 8, A. Winning with such a hand was virtually impossible. There was no more raising to be done, so no more opportunity to switch cards. On the other hand, if he backed out now and she got her sight back, it might be even harder to beat her if the next handicap didn't help. Gritting his teeth at the tension of the situation, he pushed forward all 4000 chips.

Celestia heard the coins sliding across the table and a small grin curled onto the exposed part of her face. "Splendid! Player, please present your cards. Then, master of ceremonies, if you would, please flip my cards. I am quite unable to deal with them at the moment."

She heard the wind leave the man's chest as he witnessed the player's hand. Either he had something really good or really bad. The MC read out the numbers and Celestia felt her heart sink. It was a terrible hand. All it had was a high ace.

Next, came her numbers. 2, 3, 4, 5, and finally-

She could feel it: it was either an ace or a six coming next. If she won this hand with a straight, she would have no excuse to give out the mystery prize and, odd as it was, she found herself really, really wanting to distribute it. She shot out her hand, grabbing the MC's and nearly slashing him with her card-peeler. She slipped a card into his from her cuff, then kept the other beneath her palm. "Excuse me! I know it is improper etiquette to touch the cards once they are down, but I simply cannot have you ruining this with your lackluster counting. Please read the card out using the microphone and for God's sake, give it some gusto."

"R-Right... Erm... I-It is... Just to be clear, you mean this card, not the-"

Celestia's face fell into a frown of rage. She hissed. "Yes, that card!"

"O-O-Of course! It's a queen of spades."

She felt a shiver of unfamiliar pleasure wrack her body. Was it the masochistic sensation of losing in front of a crowd, utterly unfamiliar to her? Or was it the thrill of knowing what came next? She was giddy enough that she couldn't stop a sigh of excitement from escaping her lips. She felt the bare spot between her legs getting moist.

"The lady has it. Flush, all spades. A round of applause for the gentleman's game efforts! And congratulations... Ms. Ludenburg?" the MC finished, clapping his hands uncertainly as he noticed the look of dismay on Celestia's face.

"W-Well, yes! I think we can all agree that he really had me on the ropes for a moment there! I think he deserves the mystery prize, e-even if he did not, ultimately, win!" Celestia shouted, grabbing the man's hand to lower his microphone down into her face. She pulled the panty blindfold away from her wild eyes and gave a smile that looked half-crazy. "You all want that too, right? Please, give a big round of applause if you think the young man deserves the grand prize!" When no one started clapping, her face twisted into a mask of rage, her teeth bared and her eyebrows upturned. "This is not a trick. Earlier, I wanted you to be silent. Now, I want you to clap. Everyone, please clap!"

The venue burst into a cacophony as everyone assembled tried to prove just how loud they could clap.

Her pleasant smile returned like it had never left her. "Wonderful! Allow me to head backstage and get you your prize. No funny business: this is the exact prize I promised. Please, cue the music for the wrap-up."

"M-Ma'am, isn't that prize worth several million euro? Are you certain?"

"It might be worth more than that," she responded, quickly tapping on her feet to head backstage and moving as quickly as she could without breaking into skipping.

The MC wiped his forehead of sweat using a pocket handkerchief, then smiled to the competitor. "Well. That was all a lot of excitement. But yes, Ms. Ludenburg promised that if anyone managed to defeat her, they'd take home an expensive set of clothing from her new fashion line. I would highly recommend you surrender these to the proper resources who can keep these garments free of contamination for you, depending how she presents them. They are worth an exorbitant sum. All the more so given how they're being present to you-"

It turned out he'd vastly underestimated the "how they're being presented" part. Suddenly, the lights in the mall went out and a spotlight hit the curtain, revealing the shadowy shape of Celestia behind it, recognizable by her twintails. She gave a polite curtsy... then began to lift the skirt she'd pinched in her fingers, revealing the shape of her bare legs as she swung her hips from side to side with the celebratory music she'd set to playing.

This time, the MC didn't say anything. He, the competitor, and the audience watched in stunned silence as the silhouette of Celestria shrugged the suspender dress off the sides of her shoulders and then began twirling it in the air above her head. The motion kicked up the curtain just a bit, showing her stockings, but no shoes. She'd already stepped out of those.

"Ma'am!" the MC squeaked.

"Hm? Have you never seen a lady be generous to peasants before?" she answered, pulling open her blouse and making a motion that could only be shaking her tits behind the curtain. He wondered if there'd be a lot of movement there. For all her other graces, Celestia was really fairly slender and modestly sized up about the chest. Next, a motion of peeling off her socks, kicking her leg out so that the shape was clearly visible. Once she'd finished those, she unhooked her bra, then held it above her head in case anyone had missed the shape of it. "And there you have it. A complete set of my new fashion line, worn by the great Celestia Ludenburg herself."

"Y-Yes, well, we'll have that mailed to his place of residence-"

The spotlight followed her as she suddenly peeked her head out from behind the curtain, fluttering her lashes. It was different even than they'd expected... she'd pulled free her hair ties and even removed her ear-rings, giving her the ****, girlish look she didn't normally have. With a coquettish smile, she slowly emerged, first one leg, then the rest of her body. All she had for coverage was the clothing she'd just taken off and placed neatly on hangars inside of a zip-up clothing bag. Her bare bottom was on display, as well as the sides of her breasts and nearly everything else, as she made her way up to the stunned MC and the sweating competitor, still seated. "It is all here, as promised," she continued with mock shyness, smiling a smile that shot an arrow through the heart of every man in attendance. When the young man made no motion to take it, she continued forward, leaning over the table so that it was pressed underneath her body. Her butt wagged back and forth in the air excitedly. He noticed that she'd even removed the silver card-peeler she normally wore on her finger-- it must be inside the bag as well.

Her slender, pale body lay flat in front of him as she smiled, breathless and red-faced. "I told you to take it, peasant~"

Nodding, he grabbed hold of the hangar. She hadn't quite let go of it, so as he pulled, it dragged against her front, brushing her excited nipples and exposed lower body with the sound of silk pulling against flesh.

"Mmm..." a soft gasp escaped her throat and her body shivered. "That's ten-million euros you're handling. Be gentle~"

He released his hold on the button, now grabbing the bag with both hands to finish pulling it free of her.

Celestia's face, which had been a lusty grin for the past twenty minutes, suddenly turned into its usual calm and composed, doll-like smile. As he nearly finished pulling the bag out from under her, she found herself clutching it tightly for just a moment to keep it under her chest. He grunted and yanked it free, now holding it away from her body, and with that, she finally seemed to realize she'd lost something important. When she placed her arms underneath herself on the table, she felt nothing, in terms of clothing. Her nipples not only weren't covered, they were poking out a bit. When her fingers continued traveling, even to her most private places, she felt nothing but flesh. Also, she felt... she'd wet herself? As if to confirm, she looked at the monitors arranged around the venue, most of them displaying a close-up view of her wet sex and bared butt. Yes, she was totally nude and, at some point, she'd started leaking.

The young man didn't know why, but he bolted out of his seat and began to run. He moved with the desperation necessary to save his life. The look in Celestia's red eyes was no longer that of a shameless, slutty exhibitionist nor a calculating master gambler. It was the expression of someone who desires only **** with the full intention of carrying it out. Celestia chased him, yanking free the tablecloth to cover her front as she pursued him at top speed.

"A-And that concludes our evening. Everyone, please... Exit in an orderly fashion and... and please, surrender your phones on the way out. Cameras, destroy all tape. I'm going to be asked to destroy all the tape and... and maybe burn the mall... Bloody hell, everybody just run for your lives!"

The black-and-white bear, Monokuma, tilted its head curiously from behind the main camera as people tripped over themselves and trampled each other to flee the scene before Celestia could return. "Wow! That stupid button was a pretty good motivation to waste on an unpaid gig. Seems like I gotta learn some self-control too!" He grabbed up a few of the abandoned sets of designer clothing, piling them higher than his head, before waddling away from the scene.