They face the music

Hand-in-hand, our pair of streakers walked towards the main entrance of the dorm building, each step filling them with more dread.

When they were about 20 feet away, the student standing in the entrance noticed them, and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Now that she could see him, Weiss recognized him as Sky Lark, the fourth member of team CRDL.

"Holy shit," he whispered to himself, his free hand quickly going to his pocket to pull his scroll out. However, based on his reaction, the two of them guessed he didn't have it with him. Weiss silently thanked whatever deity was watching over her, and they kept walking.

Giving up on his scroll, Sky instead looked back at the two women, his eyes drinking in all of the exposed skin before him.

"Hey, ladies," he said, trying to make his voice sound suave.

"Piss off," Blake said, just wanting to get back into her bed and go to sleep.

"Oh, come on," he said, stepping in front of the door to fully block their way. "What are two gorgeous ladies like yourself doing out her, dressed like ya are?"

"None of your business," Weiss grumbled. "Now get out of our way."

"Oh, I don't think so," he said, leaning against the door and folding his hands. "You see, I don't think either of you would very much like your...little secret getting out, would you?"

"No..." Weiss said, fearing what he was insinuating

"Good luck with that," Blake said, her voice rising a bit. "Seeing as you don't have your scroll with you, you don't have any proof we were even out here tonight. Much less that we were naked."

Sky's expression fell a bit as he realized she was right. With no pictures or video, and no security cameras around the buildings, he'd have no way to back up any claims he made about the two of them. Still, that didn't stop him from making one last attempt.

"Ok, ok," he said, putting his hands up in a placating gesture. "How about this? Let me cop a feel on both of you, and I'll let you in and keep my lips sealed."

Blake was about to remind him that his **** was of no threat when Weiss stepped forward.

"Very well," she said, pushing her smaller chest forward. "Just make it quick."

Seeming a little surprised that his attempt worked, Sky put his hand in position to grab hold of the forbidden fruit.

However, when his hand was mere inches from her chest, Weiss's free hand flew up and grabbed his middle finger, pulling it so it formed nearly a 90 degree angle with the back of his hand.

Caught off guard, he cried out in pain and fell to his knees, trying to angle his hand so his finger didn't snap. He looked up at the heiress with a certain amount of fear in his eyes, where she glared back at him with daggers of ice.

"Listen closely," Weiss said in a tone that, like moments before, left no room for argument. "As my friend stated, you have no leverage on us. Now, if you know what's good for you, you will let us pass, and you will not tell a soul what you saw here. If I hear even a whisper of this from anyone, I will find you and I will break this finger off. Do you understand?"

Sky quickly nodded, in too much pain to argue as he normally would.

Satisfied, Weiss let his hand go, and he held it against his chest. She even thought she saw tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

Grabbing the door handle, Weiss pushed the door open and strode back into the building. Blake gathered her thoughts after witnessing all of that and followed, leaving Sky alone with an aching hand and an image that he would keep with him for years.

(Sorry if you were looking forward to any ****. I just wanted an excuse for one of team CRDL to be put in his place.)