Her favorite toy

Ruby came trotting back across the auditorium stopped over and carrying something. That something was revealed when she stepped fully under the lights: her weapon Crescent Rose.

Instead of making her way through the crowd, Ruby hopped on top a table beside it, folded her weapon fully out into war scythe mode, and planted the blade deeply through the wood. Most of the onlookers just looked askance at each other as the gathered around the new focal point, but on intuitive soul definitely understood the young prodigy’s intent, as a steady electronic beat began playing out of the DJ set. Ruby spared a moment to flash a grateful wave for the cover of that oversight, then she leaned against her weapon and attempted to find the rhythm.

The silvered-eyes minx lifted her arms and armed them around her polearm as she rolled her hips experimentally, gradually synch ing up with the music. Ruby in short order she found her groove and swung around, popping her bubble-butt out and swinging it energetically as the song upped its tempo.

The short haired girl pranced around her makeshift stage, making a point to kick a leg up and out in liberal succession to give a good flash of her smooth, fresh cunny to all sides of the crowd below. People quickly got caught up in her pace, hooting in excitement and egging her to do something more dramatic.

Ruby quickly began jumping wholly off the table and swinging herself around by her hand gripping the staff, or else wrapping a leg around the haft and lean back to shake her budding breasts for the crowd, to much endorsement.

As her dance went on, the silver-eyed girl spent more and more time pressing up against the weapon-turned-impromptu-pole. Eventually she stopped moving around it entirely and it became obvious the little mechanic-geek was outright humping her scythe with wanton abandon. Her thighs gnashes together and her abdomen flexed as the crowd clumped together for the best viewing angles.

The grinding got harder and more frenetic at a rapid pace, as Ruby’s inexperience and the realization of several of her fetishes combined built her to a peak in short order. Finally, she came with a bang. Literally, as at the first hint of the orgasmic wave creating inside her, Ruby pulled the trigger on Crescent Rose, launching her and the scythe nearly to the roof as she creamed with a scream.

The onlookers jumped back and nearly fell over each other at the bang, barely collecting themselves as Ruby hit the ground behind them with a three-point landing, still shacking slightly with the aftershocks of her climax.

Yang sashayed over with a slow clap, then hoisted Ruby to her feet with a flourish.

“Let’s give it up for my sister!”

The crowd went wild, and Ruby gave an abashed little wave in appreciation.

Yang dragged her over to a seat beside Blake, and Weiss give her a bit of a side-eye as she passed.

“I’m not paying for that table on your behalf.”

Ruby rubbed her face in chagrin, but before she could apologize or plead her case, her sister clapped the heiress on the shoulder.

“For now, it’s your turn. No backing out.”

Weiss only sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.