An anxious Snow Angel.

As you lean against the wall and cross your arms, your eyes rove across the countless couples enjoying the night of their lives, searching for another young woman to grace you with her presence. From a glance, you're able to pick out Blake on a double date with Yang and Sun, though to your great amusement you can tell that she limits all interactions with the boisterous monkey Faunus to being platonic at best. On the far end of the Hall you spy Ruby next to the refreshment table having an amicable conversation with Jaune. As is the case with Blake, this too goes no further than innocent banter between friends, coupled with a mutual feeling of anxiety for large social events. Next to them were Ren and Nora, with the latter happily munching on a pastry letting out some slightly crumb strewn jabbering about some dream. Oddly enough, you find Pyrrha to be mysteriously absent from the event despite the entire rest of her team being present. You have half a mind to go look for her when an unusual sight catches your eye.

It's Weiss, trying in vain to push a wilting white rose into an upright position rather than dance and mingle with her peers. A frown settles on your features. Did Neptune still flake out on a date with one of the most desirable girls at Beacon like in canon, or did she not even ask him at all given your midnight rendezvous with the uptight Heiress? Regardless, she was here without a date if she was too busy fussing over decoration, not at all noticing your approaching footsteps. Just as she's about to give up in her efforts, you transfer a sliver of your energy into the drooping blossom and it abruptly stands along with the rest of the bouquet. Its sudden surge of life startles the girl, making her stumble backwards quite unladylike and into you, her smaller frame pressing comfortably against your chest.

"Jumpy are we?" you quip teasingly as you steady her by the shoulders with your hands.

"Of course not!" she huffs indignantly. "I was merely surprised is all."

She pointedly steps away from you with her arms crossed and turns to face you in challenge, only for her own wisecrack to die in her throat as her eyes wander over your well-dressed form, a faint blush on her cheeks. This pause allows you to get a much better look at her outfit as well; a sleeveless, snow white dress of the finest silk whose hem came to a rest at mid-thigh. It was cutoff on both sides of her waist, leaving bare pale skin for your viewing pleasure, and the yolk of black, transparent mesh at the top stretched nicely across her collar and shoulders. Your eyes then travel down her lithe and creamy legs to dainty feet nestled in white, high heals.

"You are absolutely exquisite tonight," you compliment with a smile.

"You're... not half bad looking yourself," she replies in kind as she averts her eyes, trying in vain to suppress her growing blush. "You... you clean up well."

You couldn't help but tease her a bit further.

"Weiss Schnee, am I making you nervous?"

The little jibe snaps her out of her reverie and that all too recognizable glare returns.

"Don't be daft. Just take the compliment like a normal person."

"Alright alright, I'll quit with the jokes. For now anyway," you say with a smile. "Do you have a date tonight? I figured you'd be out and about with them or mingling with friends instead of... whatever this was."

"As one of the primary organizers of this dance, I have a responsibility to ensure that everything is of the highest standards for our school. I'm too busy to waste time with boys," she states with as much loftiness as she could muster.

"So what you're saying is the answer is no; you don't have a date."

Your direct line of questioning punches a hole in her defenses, catching her off guard and reminding her that she was currently rolling solo. An embarrassed expression with a hint of shame falls over her and she turns away from you dejectedly.

"You should already know what kind of problems I have. All of these boys only want money, prestige, or a quick lay with me. I had enough of that kind of shallow attitude back home and I don't need to entertain that kind of behavior here."

"And what about me? Do you think I'm after the same things?"

"You already assaulted me in the shower against my will, so yes I think you are," she's quick to point out, albeit in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, I'll admit that was pretty selfish of me. Would you like me to wipe the memory from your mind and restore your purity?" you offer.

You can tell how she immediately wanted to answer yes on reflex, but a small part of her in the back of her mind catches the word on her tongue. Her hesitation doesn't go unnoticed by you and you close the distance to wrap your arms around her midriff, embracing her from behind. She squirms and tries to pull away, but even these protests had little conviction in the face of your divine presence.

"Or would you rather have a continuation in a much more comfortable setting of your choosing?" you add with a whisper into her ear.

"Stop it, Michael. People will notice," she complained weakly.

You chuckle deeply, making her shudder with involuntary delight.

"I'm a God, Weiss. People won't notice us unless I let them. See?"

You gesture to the other patrons, and to Weiss' disbelief your words ring true as even those close enough to brush against the both of you completely ignore your intimate position. She watches with wide eyes as a second year student deftly steps around you without a care in the world.

"So none of that was a dream after all?" she asks. "I'm not just losing my mind?"

One hand still on her waist, your other lifts to cup and caress her cheek in a loving manner. You can literally feel her walls crumbling beneath your tender touch and a shuddering sigh escapes her lips long before she could stop herself. Those same hands apply a gentle pressure that twirls her around to face you. Pale blue eyes stare up into yours uncertainly, her inhibitions still struggling to hold strong against your charms in a losing battle of wills. She was almost there. She just needed one more little push.

"Does any of this feel like a dream?"

"N-no..."

She barely manages this small admission when you lean down and plant a sensual kiss against her lips. Her eyes shoot open widely at your abrupt actions, her hands lifting and clenching into your suit. Wanting to feel more of the nimble Heiress, you pull her body against yours and deepen the kiss, working a moan and gasp out from between her lips and against yours. Seizing the opportunity, you slip your tongue inside to roll against hers and within moments she melts into your embrace, her arms snaking up and over your shoulders as she lets herself go into a heated make-out session.

"Would you like to get away from all these people and go somewhere more private?" you suggest as you break the kiss.

"You can do that?" she asks, eyes heavy lidded with arousal and lips quivering.

"All you have to do is think of a place and I'll take care of the rest."

She casts her eyes downward a tad and bites her lower lip, a little smile now playing on her face.

"Well... I suppose there's one place that comes to mind."

Within moments of the words leaving her mouth, the both of you vanish from the spot to a new locale.