Give the Huntresses New Priorities

"Alright. Let's make the most of this situation," said Roman, as he took out the book and opened it to a clean page.

"What are you doing?" asked Blake, staring at him with fire in her eyes.

"Shut up for a second will ya. I'm gonna get some well-deserved fun for once."

Picking out a pen from his pocket, he began to write up his ****.

The girls continued to stare. They had to find a way out of this, if only they were able to walk.

Suddenly, the girls stumbled forward, able to move freely again.

"Oh cool. We're not frozen anymore!" Ruby stated, stretching her arms.

"Nice. That was too weird. Anyway, what were we doing?" Yang asked.

"Were you going to attack me?" Roman inquired smugly, shutting the book and putting it away for now.

"Why would we do that?" Blake asked, "You're an infamous criminal. It's not our responsibility to stop you."

"Yeah," Yang joined in, "If you want a fight, find a huntsman. We're huntresses, if you didn't already know." She emphasized that by showing off her feminine figure.

"Right. Sorry about that," said Roman, very happy with that answer.

"I'm curious; what does a huntress do then?"

"Don't you know," Ruby questioned, "It's a huntsman's job to fight bad guys and destroy Grimm. Huntresses are there to keep Grimm at peace."

"Oh. And how do you do that?" Roman probed further, trying to get the answer he wanted.

"We fuck them, Torchwick," Yang said, squishing her sinuses, "We pleasure them with our bodies. Honestly, for a supposed mastermind, you sure are dumb."

"Don't be so hard on him, Sis. Maybe it isn't common knowledge for him. He's probably only dealt with huntsmen before now and assumed huntresses did the same thing."

Gazing around the room from where she still sat at the desk, Weiss noticed the clock on the wall and her eyes widened.

"Girls! Look at the time."

As they did, they grew excited and began to cheer and begin undressing.

"It's time for class!" Ruby cheered.

"This is going to be great!" Yang followed.

"Let's show those Grimm how thankful they should be," Weiss declared.

"I can't wait to let them plow me," Blake added, working herself up.

Sporting underwear only, the girls made for the door. Roman also followed, interested to see where this was going. How could it be time for class when it was almost midnight by that point?

He was actually a bit confused by the situation. His entry in the book read as follows:

THE HUNTRESSES WILL HAVE SEX WITH GRIMM. CAPTURING ME IS NO LONGER A CONCERN FOR THEM.

It must have been the ambiguousness of "the huntresses." He had only intended for the four to leave him be and fuck Grimm as punishment for troubling him. Instead, it seems to have altered what all huntresses do as a career. Still, it worked out for him.

Outside, he saw two other girls leaving the opposite dorm room, also wearing underwear. He could partially remember one of them, but he didn't care to place it.

"Hey, Pyrrha! Hey, Nora!" Ruby waved.

"Hello again," Pyrrha responded, warmly, "Are you ready for class?"

"WE'VE WARMED UP AND EVERYTHING!" Nora yelled in excitement.

"We probably would have, if he hadn't interrupted us," Weiss said, pointing behind her to Roman, who was awkwardly lingering behind the group.

"Roman Torchwick?" Pyrrha looked up, puzzled as to how this wanted criminal was here.

Shit, Roman thought. He hadn't thought to mask his appearance using the book.

"Ah well. It isn't our problem to deal with you. Besides, if we waste any time, we'll be late. C'mon girls," Pyrrha said.

Roman was thankful he included the bit about not being concerned about capturing him.

The girls left, leaving the door to Team JNPR open. Inside, he saw an exhausted Jaune and Ren sitting on their beds.

Meeting each other's eyes, Jaune spoke, "They've been talking about their fucking class all day. They've kept us up all night, 'warming up'."

Ren nodded along.

"So, you guys also aren't interested in me being here?" Roman asked.

"Honestly, I'm too tired to care. If you're still here by morning, we'll see. Just don't steal anything while you're here. Close the door on your way out. G'night."

The two turned in, leaving Roman amused. Those poor boys.

Ah well. What to do now?