Watch Me

Futaba was frustrated or at least she would be if the music that permeated the air wasn't making her another kind of frustrated.

She had found a corner and activated her Persona Prometheus, floating inside the dark space with floating holographic keyboards and screens as she would have normally. She thought it would insulated her against the boombox's effects and that some minor butt wiggling would satisfy any remnant urges. But (hehe 'butt'), it just wasn't enough and it reflected in everything that Prometheus displayed.

Futaba would turn away for a half second and a screen would flicker and start displaying a playlist of songs she could twerk to. Focusing on that screen to fix it caused another to switch to a display of the raunchy lyrics the current song played. And her butt just wouldn't quit.

"Bad butt!" She admonished herself with a slap to her ass.

Which was a mistake as she felt a jolt of pleasure run up from her jiggling cheeks.

"Oh, right. She's into that shit." Futaba mumbled, her voice wavering as she remembered what the gremlin in her brain had once said.

"You realize that means you're into it too, right?" A mischievous voice responded from behind Futaba.

Futaba whirled around to see who was there, her butt squished up against the wall of her persona's manifested form. She stared at her doppelganger standing before her. The other Futaba wore something similar to her Shadow from long ago; she had black top with bare midriff, an ornate collar, gold armbands and a gold belt around her waist with a square of cloth covering her nethers. She looked like a parody of a pharaoh or perhaps more like a **** dancer with an Egyptian motif.

"Oh no no no! I already did the facing my shadow thing." Futaba protested. "I don't need to do it again!"

A mirror-like screen popped up next to the alternate Futaba who then gazed at her reflection.

"Nope, no gold eyes here." The alternate Futaba blew a kiss at her reflection. "Well, honestly if you actually look at Jungian psychology, a person can have multiple shadows and persona. It would be better to think of me as a cognitive being with a link to your memories and thoughts, kinda sorta stemming from your subconscious. Ish."

The alternate Futaba waved a hand dismissively. "Anyway, I'm not gonna get all existential on ya."

"So then... what do you want?" Futaba asked.

"To help you relax, have fun and get you to shake what our momma gave us." The alternate Futaba smirked.

"Sounds fun." Futaba's words were marinated in sarcasm. "Unfortunately, I have to find the Palace ruler here or the Warden or whatever the heck it is in this case. So, work now, smexy fun later."

"You're not going to find anyone like that here. This isn't that kind of place and you know it." Alternate Futaba scoffed.

"Yeah well, we'll see about that won't we?" Futaba sneered back.

"Come on, think about it; have you seen a single Shadow since you entered? No, you've only seen cognitive beings."

"Which means there's someone generating them!" Futaba countered.

"Ya think? Look at them, they are reacting and changing in response to you." Alternate Futaba waved a hand.

Multiple screens popped up around Futaba, each one showing Ann, Haru and Makoto. Makoto was happily slamming her plush posterior against what looked like a sluttified version of her sister, Sae Niijima. Haru was performing a slow, erotic dance on a pole stage and looked like she could start stripping at any second, or like an unbearable tease if she wasn't going to; Futaba would swear she saw the doctor, Tae Takemi in the background, clapping and encouraging Haru. Ann was performing a sensual duet with someone Futaba didn't recognize, but she must have been close to Ann, considering how physically close they were there.

There were dozens of screens each capturing a different angle, some making the scenes even more erotic looking.

"Hmph, muy sexy." The Alternate Futaba nodded approvingly. "We are definitely recording these this time. We'll put together a video for the internet."

Futaba's eyes flitted all over the place, she was trying to avoid seeing anything but trying to take it all in at once. She had been practically raised on the internet and back when she'd first joined the Phantom Thieves, she'd made plenty of commentary on how sexy the outfits were. She could blame her current arousal on the boombox music, but it would feel like a hollow excuse.

A pole grew out of the floor reaching to the ceiling of her persona. The alternate Futaba smiled, grabbing onto the pole and swinging herself around. She spun in circles while grinding against the pole, occasionally whipping her hair across her face. Her movements were fluid and graceful as she moved. She reached out, brushing Futaba's face with her fingers.

"Come on, what's wrong with wanting to please yourself? That's what this world was made for: satisfying your desires."

Her seductive movements, the sultry voice and the way her hips swayed enticed Futaba. All of it suggested that Futaba too could be this desirable.

That's when Futaba noticed a light piercing through her persona. Normally, it would be completely dark except for the light from the screens and holographic keyboard. Now, beams of light were shining through and spreading.

The walls or rather her persona shell was becoming completely transparent. Normally she was floating inside it, but now gravity was in effect and worse still, somehow they had moved onto center stage and were now surrounded by cognitive beings. They were all staring at her, cheering and applauding.

"I can hear you guys! You want me to show off my moves right? Well, alright then." The alternate Futaba grinned widely before dropping down into splits.

Futaba, meanwhile, was having a panic attack. There were way too many people staring at her. It didn't matter that they weren't real, it was the feeling of eyes all over her skin that caused her anxiety.

The alternate Futaba sighed and stood.

"Yeah, that's a bit much." She said, snapping her fingers.

Almost instantly the sound of people vanished and the two stood alone in a room inside the transparent persona. Alone, except for a single person: Ren Amamiya sat in the audience.

"Not fair!" Fuataba hissed. "That's cheating, you're a total cheating pc!"

"It's what you, what we want. How is that unfair?" The alternate Futaba whispered as she put her arms around Futaba.

"He's not even real!" Futaba protested.

"Think of it as a rehearsal. This place is meant to satisfy our desires. What harm is there in indulging in a fantasy or two?" The alternate purred.

Futaba couldn't say anything to that. She had indulged in fantasy plenty of times before, but nothing that felt this real. The alternate brushed her fingers up against a holographic screen and the music switched.

Now, the song played was something more upbeat than the previous one. The music pumped, getting faster and louder. It was different from the techno stuff that the boombox played usually.

Listening to it for a second, Futaba felt satisfaction; this was more what she had been looking for. Her hips swayed back and forth. She turned and bent forward, thrusting out her chest and arching her spine. Then she spun around, putting a hand on each hip to accentuate them while moving her head from side to side.

There was nothing wrong at all with some self-indulgence, a little fantasy.

(Author Note: That's pretty much all I have for this. I'd like to go back and maybe add scenes with Sae, Doc Takemi and others, but I've got nothing. If someone else has ideas to add onto this, even at previous points, feel free.)