She flees the scene.

Weiss shakes out of her self-pity when she notices she’s been wandering for a good while and she’s not any closer to her suite. Was she so distracted she forgot the hotel’s layout? How unsightly of her, she’s been here before, and her rooms are always the same, for Dust’s sake!

Looking around, she takes note she doesn’t really recognise the corridor she’s in right now, but it doesn’t really matter. She simply needs to go upwards until there isn’t anything above her. That’s where the Schnee suites are.

She opens a door, wondering which is the quickest way to the elevators or a fling of stairs, only to find herself inside what looks like a living room, with comfortable couches placed around a glass table. Sitting there, apparently interrupted in the middle of sipping from a glass of red wine, is the last person she expected to find.

”Ah, Miss Schnee!” Deep black eyes burn into her soul, as a warm smile forms in the man’s lips. “What a pleasant surprise! I didn’t expect to meet tonight’s star in such a remote room!”

”You were in the party” She says with all the grace of a Goliath trying to stand in two legs. You’re supposed to have style! Good job, genius! “I- I mean, you were just arriving when I left, Mister...”

”Oh, where are my manners! My name is Hazelton, Michael Hazelton”

Hazelton, he must be a new rich of some kind, and a very recent one, since the name says nothing to her. That makes things a bit more awkward, and keeps her from taking refuge in familiarity. Hopefully she’ll be able to strike a conversation once she know what he deals with.

”A pleasure, Mr. Hazelton, what…”

”Mr. Hazelton was my father.” He interrupts with an awkward smile “I’m just a humble wanderer who had the good fortune of making it big with a side-project, excessive etiquette makes me feel out of place. Please, just Michael is more than enough, Miss Schnee.”

”Very well then… Michael.” Well, bite her, now she cannot even take refuge in politeness without being impolite. Not that she doesn’t want to take the chance to get in a first name basis with him, but the mysterious man seems effortlessly keep her out of balance. “But it’s only fair for you to drop the formalities too. Weiss will do just fine.”

”Ah, Miss Schnee” He protests with a knowing smile. “I daresay our situations aren’t exactly the same, aren’t they?”

”At least in private? Please… Michael?”

She feels ridiculous trying to make doe eyes, and she swears her ears are about to ignite from shame, but it seems to work, as the man lets out a warm laugh. Dust, what a pleasant laughter! She can feel it making her insides vibrate, warmth spreading everywhere.

”Very well then, Weiss.” Then he turns his head sideways, deep eyes reflecting curiosity. “I must say your performance tonight left quite the impression on me. ‘Mirror Mirror’ specially made me quite interested in meeting you in person.”

”Is that why you left the party so soon? Because I wasn’t there?” Weiss chastises herself immediately. Arrogant much? If that’s how she acts once she runs out of guidelines it’s no wonder she has no friends. “I mean...”

Another burst of warm laughter interrupts her panicky attempt at not sounding like a self-centered brat.

”Well, yes, that’s pretty much it. Truth is I hate parties anyway, so there wasn’t much point in remaining after you.”

The conversation continues and, while it’s never outright asked of stated, Weiss is pretty much convinced Michael knows the truth about her only original song, and doesn’t think less of her for it. Quite the opposite, in fact, if she dares trust her ability to read people.

Michael wants to look at her, wants to know the real her. Also he’s quite the effusive conversationalist. Once the wine glass is left on the table, his hands don’t stop moving, dancing around restlessly and giving additional expressiveness to his words.

As his enthusiasm raises, she finds herself relaxing and abandoning herself to the conversation as he stands up to walk around the room, Always with a smile and rewarding her displays of wit with that warm laughter of his that makes her feel all warm and tingly.

The conversation is pleasant, she’s feeling comfortable and, for some strange reason she cannot begin to fathom, a mischievous idea begins to nag its way into her head. It begins slow, with her making tentatively suggestive gestures when Michael isn’t looking at her.

Not much, just a hand grazing her skirt and revealing maybe a millimeter of extra skin, or maybe a finger tracing the shape of her breasts over her dress. Little by little, the impulse gains strength, her actions become more daring and the urge to just show herself returns with a vengeance.

She begins flashing more skin, always covering herself back before Michael notices, thrill rising, making her skin sensitive and her innards warm. Finally, after a slight hesitancy, she gathers the cloth of her top between her breasts, exposing them both to the world.

This time though, Michael turns back around a bit too fast, or maybe she lingers a tad too long in her teasing, and he catches her covering herself back. His smile widens mischievously, and he arches a brow, deep black eyes hinting he knows.

”Is there something you would like to show me, Miss Schnee?”

Its was a spur of the moment decision. A stupid spur of the moment decision, when she has just admitted her own inferiority to this man’s partners not an hour earlier. But she didn’t really stop to think about that. She wanted the man -Michael- to look at her.

So she stands up, biting her lower lip to stomp the urge of running away, and reaches the clasp of her dress behind her neck with both hands. As the dress falls to the floor, she can’t help but wonder at the way it seems to caress her body all the way down. The mind does the silliest tricks to keep you from panicking.

The feeling is over far too soon, though, and she finds herself standing with only her diminutive panties on her -her dress didn’t give room for much underwear- in front of the piercing black eyes of Michael. She then forces herself to look into them, a bit afraid of what she’s going to find there.

Michael remains completely still. Not surprised, not disapproving, but not accepting either. The standstill holds in complete silence for what feels like hours, and she’s about ready to recover her clothes and make a most undignified escape when he finally recovers his smile.

”You are a beautiful woman, Weiss.”

The words catch her completely by surprise. That wasn’t what she was expecting at all. A polite rejection at best, cold rebuke at worst. No, by the end of the wait she had been fearing full scorn there, so honest, direct praise was the last thing in her mind.

She fumbles with her thoughts again, trying to say something smart, but barely able to articulate her disbelief instead.

”But I, you… I mean, those women…”

-”Well, yes, the twins are beautiful women too, but I fail to see how that matters. This is about *you*.”

And, somehow, she knew he meant exactly what he said. This wasn’t about the Schnee Heiress, the prodigy songstress and fighter carefully groomed for years to one day take over the Schnee Dust Company. This was about her, about Weiss, the lonely girl who feels awkward when put outside the well defined boundaries of her upbringing. The one who didn’t dare try masturbating until today because she hadn’t known how.

”Let me guess, you were raised to aim to the highest, to see everything as a competition you simply have to win.” She nods wordlessly, still not understanding. That wasn’t how she was raised, that was simply how the world worked. Michael shakes his head, patient smile in his lips “Some things are a competition, Weiss, but some others simply aren’t. Happiness isn’t about lording alone above all creation, but about finding the place you belong to, the place where you can lower your shields and simply be yourself.”

”Well, I’ve already lowered my shields here…” She mutters, biting her lips insecurely. What are you doing Weiss? Close your mouth before you dig yourself a deeper grave! “Maybe you can teach me a bit about happiness?”

‘Maybe you can teach me a bit about happiness’ well said, Weiss, the epitome of loquacity. Michael is going to be sooooo impressed. The embarrassment increases, and she can feel her face burning as she raises a hand to cover her breast. This isn’t going to work, it was insanity from the very start and—

To her surprise, the man steps forward, gently holding her hand and pulling it away. She searches for his eyes again, and in them finds calm warmth and a hint of mischievousness. He then cups her cheek with his other hand, playing with her earlobe with his thumb, unrestricted smugness showing that yes, he knows very well how weak in the knees his caresses are making her feel.

”Well, if you’re really sure…” She gulps before nodding nervously, still incapable of believing where this is going. Michael arches a brow again, clearly amused. “I guess I could give you a… sneak peek?”

His lips are over hers before she can really register the motion, all warm and inviting. The hand on her cheek sinks into her hair, while the one holding hers lets go to caress her back instead, gently coaxing her body closer, from her shoulderplates first, and then going lower until the small of her back.

The idea of giving a token resistance soon goes through the window, and she presses her body against his, marveling at how warm it feels even through his clothes. Her attention doesn’t wander long though, because soon she feels his tongue caressing her lips in silent request, and she can only wonder at the strangeness of it all as she obligues, letting him into her mouth.

This is her first kiss, and it's hot and passionate and far more intense than anything she ever dreamt on. Her legs waver under the pleasure and the contact ends, Michael letting out another warm laugh as she’s swiped off her feet.

She receives a couple of pecks on the cheek while she panicks about what to do next, curled into a ball and carried around bride style, but soon it‘s the soft surface of the couch against her back and she relaxes again. Then… she gets showered in affection.

It’s about her, it’s about all of her. She receives caresses and kisses from her scalp to the tip of her toes. Her ears and neck get kissed and teased and brushed by teeth and warm breath. Her hands are held over her head as her lips and her whole mouth get traced by a hot tongue before it takes a break to dance with her own.

Her breasts get their fair bit of attention, circling fingers teasing around her nipples over an over, a little bit closer each time until they finally start rubbing and pinching and pulling and sending sparks down her spine. The hands wander down through her sides, her legs traced from her waist down, and then inwards and upwards until a soft brush teases the very wet last piece of her clothing.

She shivers as he takes a moment before going back to her lips, and then kissing his way along her jaw and down her neck, tracing her collarbone until his tongue is upon her breasts, playfully tracing the invisible tracks of his fingers, circling teasingly closer and closer to her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. More sparks fly down her spine as he grabs her other niplle again, teasing one with fingers and the other with teeth and tongue.

She feels something mounting, and her insides getting warm, and her eyes widen. She’s going to cum from her breasts and she doesn’t need to be an expert to know that cannot be normal. Panicking, unsure of what she’s trying to achieve, she reaches for inside her panties, irrationally trying to somehow make it all normal and not ruin it.

But he catches her hands, holding them against her abdomen with his free hand. His eyes snap upwards in silent recrimination, but it’s not what she was afraid of.

Don’t hide, show me who you are. They seem to say. It’s not about what’s normal, but about what’s you.

Realization and relief and elation all stack on top of each other, and her back arches as she cums for the second time in her life, brain turned into mush as she can only think about how much stronger it was this time.

Michael slowly resumes the kisses all around her face, licking away the tears she hasn’t even realized shedding and giving her time to catch her breath. He makes to pull away, and there’s something in his body language that tells her it will all end if she doesn’t do anything to prevent it. So she grabs his wrist and pulls him back down.

This time he plays with her hands and caresses her arms, making her deliciously aware of her goosebumps and how sensitive her skin is right now. The heat inside her gradually builds up again as he keeps up his attentions, sometimes repeating something he’s done before, sometimes surprising her with another caress in a strange place bringing more pleasure than expected.

She would’ve never guessed rubs in the back of her neck could be that pleasurable once the mood was properly set.

Then he gets his face on her panties, letting out a hot breath she can feel sending electricity all the way up her spine and stops. She lets a whine of complaint and need when she notices him standing up again, and reaches with a hand to stop him.

He isn’t going to take the cloth away, she realises. This is about her showing herself, and she’s the one who sets the limits. If she wants more, she’ll need to be proactive. Her mouth dries in anticipation, and she licks her lips before speaking out.

-”I... I want it” -She pants pathetically, trying without much success to pull down her panties with a single hand- “Please.”

When she leaves the room, an hour later and walking funny, she finds Michael’s other women propped against a wall, and flees in confusion at the knowing smile they throw her way. What the frick was that about?