Get Ruby into Social Media

Weiss hesitated, her fingers tightening around her scroll. The air between them felt charged—Ruby’s wide, hopeful eyes locked onto hers, the dim dorm light casting shadows that made her silver irises shimmer.

"You’re sure?" Weiss murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Ruby nodded fiercely, hands clutching the hem of her skirt—her skirt—and Weiss’s gaze flickered downward for half a second before snapping back up.

A breath. Then another.

"Okay," Weiss said finally, shifting closer on the bed until their knees brushed. "But we start small. Just… just something simple first." Her thumb hovered over the camera icon, pulse racing.

Ruby nodded as she already had the perfect idea for a photo. With trembling fingers, she reached for the hem of her combat skirt, her breath hitching when Weiss made a small, startled noise. "W-wait, not like that!" Weiss stammered, catching Ruby's wrist—her touch sending an unexpected jolt through them both. Ruby blinked, her cheeks burning as Weiss fumbled for words. "I meant—we should pick an outfit first! Something that makes you feel... powerful."

Weiss's scroll clattered onto the bed between them as Ruby considered this, her teeth worrying her lower lip. Then, with sudden determination, she tugged open her closet door, the hinges squeaking.

Ruby’s fingers brushed against fabric at the very back of her closet—soft, worn cotton that carried the faintest scent of roses. She pulled it free with reverence: a crimson corset top her mother had given her on her thirteenth birthday, its lace trim slightly frayed at the edges.

Weiss inhaled sharply as Ruby held it against herself, the deep red a striking contrast against her pale skin. "That's—" Her voice caught. "You look..."

Ruby turned to face her, the corset clutched to her chest, her breath uneven. "Mom said it was for when I wanted to feel... unstoppable. Oh, but my mom did give me these weird latex outfits in her will! I wonder if those will work?"

Ruby’s fingers trembled as she reached deeper into the closet, brushing past the corset to pull out a tightly wrapped garment bag. The glossy black material peeked through the unzipped top, shimmering under the dorm’s dim light. Weiss’s breath hitched when Ruby unfurled it—a sleek latex dominatrix outfit, complete with a plunging neckline, thigh-high stockings, and fingerless gloves. The corset’s laces were replaced with silver buckles that glinted dangerously.

"I—" Weiss’s voice faltered, her throat suddenly dry. "Your mother gave you this?" Ruby’s cheeks flushed, but her grip on the outfit was firm.

Ruby’s grip tightened on the latex outfit, her fingers tracing the cold, slick material. “Uncle Qrow told me Mom had a… unique sexual appetite,” she admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. Weiss’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she processed this revelation. The air between them grew heavier, charged with something neither could name.

Ruby exhaled shakily, her pulse thrumming in her throat. “He said she wore stuff like this sometimes. That she didn’t care what people thought.” Her voice wavered, but there was a spark of defiance in her eyes—like she was testing the waters of her own boldness.

Weiss’s fingers twitched toward Ruby’s wrist again, her mind racing. "Ruby, wait—" Her voice came out sharper than intended, and she saw Ruby flinch. Swallowing hard, Weiss softened her tone, fingertips grazing the slick latex still clutched in Ruby’s hands. "This isn’t… you. You don’t have to prove anything by dressing like—" She bit her lip, searching Ruby’s face.

Ruby’s grip didn’t loosen. Instead, she tilted her head, a slow, knowing smile curling at the edges of her lips. "Weiss," she murmured, stepping closer until the scent of roses and gunpowder filled Weiss’s lungs.

The latex outfit rustled between them as Ruby lowered her voice, her silver eyes darkening with something raw. "Mom made me promise," she whispered. "Said if I ever threw these away, it’d be like spitting on her grave." A beat of silence. Then, softer: "She knew I’d need them someday."

Weiss’s breath stuttered. Weiss had to admit that Summer, even while dead, was clearly Beacon's best for a good reason. Even she had to admit that this plan was flawless.

Weiss’s fingers twitched against the glossy latex, her pulse hammering so loudly she was certain Ruby could hear it. The dorm room air grew thick—suffocating—as she traced the sharp cut of the plunging neckline, the way it would hug Ruby’s collarbones, the way the silver buckles would dig into her waist.

"Flawless," she thought, the word bitter and awed on her tongue. Of course Summer Rose had known. Of course she’d left this behind like a weapon, like a challenge.

Ruby’s breath hitched as Weiss finally let go of the outfit, her touch lingering a second too long. Weiss’s lips parted, but no words came—only the faintest exhale, warm against Ruby’s cheek. The silence stretched, taut as the corset laces Ruby had yet to fasten.

Ruby’s fingers twitched against the latex, her gaze flickering toward her scroll where Jaune’s last message glowed unanswered. Would he even notice if she didn’t show up? The thought slithered through her, sharp and sudden.

Weiss saw the shift—the way Ruby’s shoulders tensed, the way her thumb brushed the edge of the garment bag like she was calculating something.

"You’re… busy tonight," Weiss said, more statement than question. Though it looks Ruby ignored her but still - As weiss wore the latex, she couldn't help but realise that Summer had good taste in dom clothing, as the latex fit like a glove, before looking at Ruby and realising that Ruby looked more terrifying and sexy in hers.

Weiss’s breath caught as Ruby stepped into the latex, the material clinging to every curve with an almost predatory precision. The glossy black shimmered under the dorm’s dim light, hugging her waist, her thighs—tight enough to make Weiss’s fingers twitch with the urge to trace the seams. Summer had known, she realized with a dizzying rush. Known how the high collar would frame Ruby’s jawline, how the buckles at her wrists would dig into her pulse points.

And then Ruby turned.

The dominatrix outfit wasn’t just clothing—it was armor. And it fit Ruby so well.

Weiss’s breath hitched as Ruby turned fully toward her, the latex catching the dim light in liquid ripples. Every strap, every buckle, every punishingly tight seam—it all fit, molding to Ruby’s body like a second skin. The high collar framed the sharp line of her jaw, the plunging neckline exposing the rapid flutter of her pulse. Weiss’s own reflection stared back at her from the glossy surface of Ruby’s thigh—pale, wide-eyed, small in comparison.

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Her fingers trembled where they gripped the edge of the bed. She’d spent months curating her online persona, agonizing over angles and lighting, but this—this was effortless. And if this is how she felt around Ruby, who was already setting up her own camera; she couldn't even begin to imagine how terrifying and amazing it looked on summer. She suddenly felt like a little mouse about to be stepped on by a giant black heel.

The camera’s timer beeped softly, snapping Weiss from her daze. Ruby didn’t just stand there—she loomed, the sharp click of her heels against the floorboards reverberating through Weiss’s ribs. The latex creaked faintly as Ruby tilted her chin up, silver eyes glinting with something that made Weiss’s stomach twist. This wasn’t the Ruby who fumbled with her shoelaces or spilled cereal down her pajamas. This was—

Weiss swallowed hard.

This was a demon about to be unleashed upon the CCT network, and Weiss was the cause of it.

The camera flash cut through the dim room like a blade, capturing Ruby mid-step—one heel raised, the latex taut across her thigh, her fingers curled into a fist at her side. Weiss’s breath fogged the screen as she scrolled through the previews, each image sharper than the last. Ruby’s lips, usually quick to stretch into a grin, were parted just enough to show the edge of her teeth. Her eyes—glistening, half-lidded—locked onto the lens with a focus that made Weiss’s thumb hover over the delete button. Ready to stop this nightmare before it was too late before a notification chimed. Then another. The scroll vibrated in Weiss’s palm as likes poured in—anonymous, ravenous.

So this is what it feels like to face a, soon-to-be, social media titan... Weiss never knew how it felt to be like those beneath her until just now. Just what had she unleashed.

Weiss’s grip on the scroll tightened as the numbers climbed—each new like a pinprick of heat against her skin. Ruby hadn’t moved, still poised like a blade unsheathed, but the air between them had changed. The weight of it pressed against Weiss’s ribs, sudden and suffocating. This wasn’t admiration. This wasn’t even desire.

It was fear.

The realization coiled cold down her spine as Ruby’s fingers flexed, the latex whispering as she took another step forward. Weiss could see her own reflection warp in the glossy curve of Ruby’s boot—smaller now, distorted.

Weiss was about to unleash a monster and it was gonna be all her fault. She had **** but to upload what Ruby considered the perfect picture for her new channel. Everyone on Social Media; please forgive her.

Weiss’s thumb hovered over the upload button, the pulse in her wrist thrumming in time with Ruby’s shallow breaths. The screen’s glow painted Ruby in jagged light—her collarbone a sharp ridge of shadow, the curve of her hip a dark promise. A droplet of sweat traced Weiss’s spine as she pressed send.

The scroll chimed instantly. Ruby’s lips curled—not a smile, but the baring of teeth. The notifications came faster now, a staccato rhythm that filled the room like the click of heels on tile.

The scroll screen flooded—comment after comment scrolling too fast to read, yet Weiss caught flashes of them in the flickering glow: "Holy shit step on me", "No way this is real", "Who IS this goddess?" Her thumb trembled against the screen, the heat of it searing her skin as Ruby’s ranking skyrocketed—seventh, fifth, third—in less than thirty seconds.

Ruby exhaled—a slow, deliberate sound—and Weiss watched the way the latex tightened over her ribs with the movement, the material creaking faintly like a living thing. A notification pinged: Top 1% of Creators. Ruby had caught the Social Media version of the White Whale.

Weiss's fingers went numb around the scroll. The screen pulsed with the notification—Top 1%—in jagged crimson letters that seemed to bleed into her vision.

"Is... is that good?" Ruby's voice was a whisper, but it cut through the buzzing silence like Crescent Rose through Grimm flesh. The latex creaked as she shifted, the sound obscenely loud in the charged air between them.

Weiss's fingers twitched against the scroll screen, the heat of it searing her palm. "Good?" Her laugh came out sharp, almost breathless. "Ruby, people like me—people with names that open doors—still have to beg studios, bribe photographers, just to crack the top ten percent. And you just crashed right through it!"

The latex gave a soft, dangerous creak as Ruby tilted her head, the high collar brushing her jaw. Weiss could see her own reflection fracture in the glossy black—her lips parted, her pupils blown wide.

A new notification pulsed: Featured Creator Spotlight.

Weiss's throat went dry. "This... this isn't supposed to happen overnight." Ruby took a step closer.

Ruby had become an overnight sensation due to her late mother's gift and genes... and was still going. Weiss now felt like an ant sitting before a natural born titan.

The scroll slipped from Weiss’s fingers, clattering against the floorboards as Ruby loomed closer—each click of her heels a hammer strike against Weiss’s pulse. The latex sighed as Ruby crouched, the material straining at her thighs, her reflection swallowing Weiss whole in the polished toe of her boot.

Weiss couldn’t look away from the way the overhead light pooled in the hollow of Ruby’s collarbone, liquid and trembling like molten silver. A new notification buzzed—Sponsorship Offer: 50,000 Lien—the numbers burning against the floor between them.

Ruby’s gloved fingers curled under Weiss’s chin, tilting her face up. "Thanks for everything, Weiss."