Epilogue

Neo stretched out on her bed, enjoying the soft feeling of her favorite robe against her skin, and the pleasant buzz of the vibrator working on her down below. It had taken her over an hour of showering to get satisfactorily clean, but Neo didn’t mind. It just gave more time for the story to spread, after all. Her scroll has open to one of the many videos of “Weiss Schnee” that now filled every porn site-this one had a “mere” two million views, which brought a smile to her face.

Far better than that, however, was what was on the TV. It seemed that Lisa Lavender and her team subscribed to the Sex Sells school of marketing, as the nightly news broadcast footage of her blowbang, with some pixelation over the genitals and all the faces but Weiss’s blacked out. Neo had known that the heiress’s reputation would be the easiest to besmirch, but even she hadn’t guessed how effective, and how fast, it would really be. She moaned silently as she contemplated it, gently rolling her hips against the vibrations.

“Reports indicate that SDC stocks have declined by over 25% since the revelation of heiress Weiss Schnee’s rampant public indecency. A spokesperson for Jacques Schnee reports that she will be removed from the will, and emphasized that she is not representative of the Schnee name.” Lisa Lavender’s reporting pushed Neo over the edge, leaving her gasping and writhing with the knowledge that her plan had worked: the Schnee bitch was ruined.

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Weiss Schnee hummed cheerfully as she made her way back to her dorm. The three idiots had been louder than usual, so she had decided to find a quiet alcove in the library to do her homework. It was the first time in weeks that she’d been able to really focus on it without distractions, which put her in a good enough mood that she didn’t care about the strange glances people were giving her as she walked past.

Weiss came through the door and tossed her backpack onto her desk before she noticed her teammates’ strange behavior. All three were redder than tomatoes; Ruby was covering her face with her hands, Yang seemed intent on looking at everything in the room except for Weiss, and Blake was staring at her with an unnerving intensity. “What?” she asked with a huff, “Is there something on my face?”