No, just her birthday suit

Ruby stared long and hard at her favorite cloak before deciding. "No, going naked under my cloak isn't the same as going n-naked. I said I would, so that's what I'm doing. Besides, I bet Weiss is really disappointed that she ended up dateless, and this will … cheer her up? Maybe?"

"Yeah, probably," Blake said. She was ninety … eighty-five percent sure she was straight, but watching Ruby just consider going to the dance naked was making her glad she was wearing a dress. If she was wearing her usual white shorts, there'd be a distinctive wet mark right between her legs. "So, you ready?"

"Yeah," Ruby said with a sigh. "Just let me grab my … shoes." Her eyes widened and she face split into a triumphant grin. "Blake! I don't have to wear those stupid heels anymore! This is perfect!"

Blake blinked. "So you're okay with going out naked in public, because it means you can be … barefoot?"

"Hey, I'm focusing on the bright side, okay? This is hard. Besides, those lady stilts are evil!"

Blake looked down at her back high-heeled shoes. "Weiss and I both fight in these."

"And you're both insane. Now quit stalling! I have about twenty seconds before I come to my senses, and I need to be past the point of no return!"

"Okay, okay," Blake said, trying not to sound too eager. She opened the door and watched Ruby walk out the room, her head held high and her eyes clamped shut, and Blake resisted the urge to smack her teammate on her smooth, jiggling bottom as she passed by. She was, after all, completely straight. She was eighty percent sure of that.