The Spitting Image of Weiss

Neo smirked as she prepared to put into effect her wicked plan. If she used her semblance to disguise herself as someone else, say, a member of Team RWBY, she could give them a reputation for exhibitionism and general public sluttiness. Better yet, she could show herself off in ways that would be bad for business with her real look, really turn up her experiences to 11. And if her goal was to give one of RWBY a troublesome reputation, it made sense to pick the girl everyone would recognize: Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. This would be more than a petty embarrassment; Neo was going to make waves. Perhaps, if she was wild enough to really damage the SDC’s image, her and Roman would get a kickback from their partners in the White Fang.

The smirk stayed glued to her face as Neo made adjustments in the mirror. The hair was easy, hers simply pulled into the distinctive off-center ponytail and tied up, then covered with an illusion of white hair and an icy tiara. The face took more work, but after a few checks of a reference photo on her scroll Neo was looking at Weiss in the mirror. At least her height wouldn’t be an issue, since she guessed that Weiss without heels was the same height as her, and she was rarely seen heelless anyways-only her immediate family and roommates had any idea how tall she actually was. Neo definitely had more of a bust than the heiress, which pleased her in one way but vexed her in another, as covering it would require her to avoid anything touching her breasts. That didn’t sound like fun to her, so she decided to just roll with-most likely most people wouldn’t be trying to cross-check her cup size, and if they did, well, Weiss wouldn’t be the first huntress to conceal a large bust under compressing clothing-nor the first to have her size augmented. More grist for the rumor mill, she supposed. Likewise, she decided that the slight difference between her own pale skin and the heiress’s vampiric visage would be shrugged off as a trick of the light. It would be so much more exciting if it was her body that everyone was seeing…photographing…touching…Neo needed to get started before she waylaid herself into bed.

The small assassin effortlessly leapt to the nearby rooftop, where she paused to enjoy another benefit of her plan: sunlight. No more skulking around on moonlit rooftops for her, now that she was “Weiss” there was no reason to hide, and every reason to maximize her exposure. Thus, she had stripped herself down late in the morning, just before people started out on early lunch breaks, when she knew foot traffic would be dense. Now it was just a matter of deciding what to do. She could do her usual rooftop routine, do some shopping, flaunt herself, or just start off wild.