Weiss fell over, clutching her gut as she laughed at the blonde and statue-like boy. As her lungs heaved from the sheer joy she felt at this moment, the heiress tried to gather herself back together, but the fact that she was alone with him didn't help matters.
Regardless, she glared at him. "Pathetic little faker." She sneered, taking away his sword and shield for herself, Weiss began looking for evidence to the large reserves of Aura that the boy had. Him, of all people. She then asked him. "What can you do? Hm?"
"I can enhance the Aura of others." The sordid parasite was blessed, a mistake of fate that she can easily rectify.
Grinning, she commanded him. "Use your Semblance on me now. And do not hold back." As she felt her body and mind contort in revulsion from the faker's touch, a surge of energy suddenly bathed her very core, as if she was being given a new leash on life. With a simple grin, she watched as Jaune drained himself trying to appease her.
Moments passed, and Weiss was in a high like no other. Jaune's Aura finally cracked, having given her his natural gifts. The brat looked like a corpse, and she was happy for that. With a smile, Weiss wondered what could she do with him now that he had burnt himself out.
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