She chooses the blindfold!

"... Option A" Weiss said. Her normally proud voice was much more meek than usual, due to the humiliation of being naked and having lost to Yang.

Yang had a predatory grin on her face as Weiss chose the exact option she'd hoped for. Giddy with excitement, she asked Pyrrha to hand over her sash. Taking it from the champions hands, she walked slowly towards Weiss. Weiss gulped as the blonde drew nearer.

"Hands at your sides." She demanded, with no uncertainty in her voice. Weiss sheepishly obeyed.

Yang stepped up, far closer into Weiss' personal space than was necessary. With the amount of skin she was exposing— all of it, in fact— Weiss could feel every bit of warmth Yang was providing. She was hyper-aware of Yang's chest lightly bumping into her own. Yang towered over her while Weiss was barefoot, and it showed. The difference in height made her feel even more dominated as Yang got even closer.

Weiss gasped as Yang leaned forward; Yang stabilized her motion by extending her leg forward, which conveniently left it between Weiss' thighs. Not enough to give Weiss the contact her body craved, but enough to make her legs explode in goosebumps where Yang's leg grazed.

Yang drew the sash over Weiss' eyes, leaving the heiress in a red-tinted darkness. Weiss sucked in a deep breath as her other senses counter-balanced her loss of sight. She could smell the faint traces of Yang's hair products, and whatever Pyrrha cleaned the Sash with. The battlefield was slightly burned from their battle, and that smell was also present. Weiss could hear her heart pounding in her chest, as she felt Yang draw back.

"Now that we've got you dolled up so lovely, Pyrrha, you can delete those photos. Weiss, you're going to keep your hands at your sides the ENTIRE walk home. If you cover for even a second, then Pyrrha and I will have to restrain you. Understand?"

"Y-Yes!" Weiss exclaimed, shocked by the slight increase in volume in her own voice, as well as the voice crack that couldn't be ignored.

"Good. It's time you pay for your attitude, Ice Queen. Walk." Yang sneered

"H-How am I supposed to know where to go?" Weiss asked, concerned at the very real possibility that Yang would **** her to stumble around campus, extending her humiliating streak even further.

"Hmmm... that doesn't sound like my problem. Unless..." Yang trailed off.

"Unless what?" Weiss demanded.

"Well, if you made it worth my while, I'd be willing to give you directions. Hell, Pyrrha and I will even hold your hands!"

"Fine! What do you want, you buffoon!?" Weiss said, irritated with Yang constantly gaining an advantage on her.

"Oh I want a lot of things, but I want to hear what YOU have to give."

Weiss flushed. It was one thing to be **** into things by Yang. It was another to pick her own humiliation.

"I-I could f-finish myself for you!" Weiss offered, hoping Yang would accept it.

"That's close, but it doesn't give me any freedom. How about... I get to choose your location? I won't choose anywhere where you're guaranteed to be seen, I promise."

Weiss nodded nervously. "That's... Acceptable."

"Great! Come on Pyrrha! Let's go on a walk!"

With that, Pyrrha and Yang took Weiss' hands, completely denying her the ability to cover herself. They begins walking slowly towards the door of the arena, and all Weiss could do was listen and obey.