Ruining her Reputation to Spite Daddy (Patreon)

The sun hung high over Vale's Central Plaza, casting warm light over the bustling crowd. It was a typical day in the city, with people going about their business, shopping, chatting, and enjoying the pleasant weather. However, today was anything but typical for Weiss Schnee.

For years, Weiss had endured the oppressive weight of her family's expectations and the suffocating influence of her father, Jacques Schnee. The Schnee family name was synonymous with wealth and power, but also with exploitation and corruption. Weiss had struggled to distance herself from the tainted legacy, but today, she decided, would be the day she made her boldest move yet.

Weiss stood in the middle of the plaza, her presence already gathering a curious crowd. Dressed in her usual pristine white attire, she was an emblem of the Schnee family—poised, composed, untouchable. The whispers rippled through the audience as they recognized her, wondering what had brought the heiress to such a public place without an entourage.

With a deep breath, Weiss stepped onto a small stone platform, elevated just enough to be visible to the crowd. Her heart pounded in her chest, but her resolve was unshakable. She had no data drive, no evidence of her family's wrongdoings—just a burning desire to make a statement that would shatter her father's reputation and make headlines across Remnant.

"People of Vale," she began, her voice clear and strong. The crowd's murmurs hushed as they strained to hear her. "I am Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. Today, I stand before you to make a statement about freedom and defiance."

With that, she began to unbutton her coat. Gasps and shocked murmurs surged through the crowd. Weiss continued undeterred, slipping off her coat and letting it fall to the ground. She moved with a grace that was almost serene, but her eyes burned with fierce determination.

One by one, she removed each piece of clothing, her movements deliberate and unhurried. The crowd watched in stunned silence, unable to tear their eyes away. As her final garment fell, Weiss stood completely nude under the midday sun, her pale skin almost glowing in the light.

For a moment, there was complete silence. Then, without warning, Weiss began to dance. Her movements were fluid and elegant, a stark contrast to the chaotic emotions roiling inside her. She twirled and leaped, her hair fanning out around her like a halo of white. Each step, each gesture, was a declaration of her autonomy, a rejection of the oppressive control her family wielded over her.

Cameras flashed, capturing every moment. News reporters who had been nearby for other stories quickly turned their attention to the spectacle, broadcasting it live across Remnant. The name "Weiss Schnee" was already trending, and the footage was sure to go viral within minutes.

Weiss's dance was not one of joy or celebration, but of defiance and liberation. She was baring herself—her soul, her vulnerability—for all to see, stripping away not just her clothes but the façade of the perfect Schnee heiress.

As she finished, Weiss stood still for a moment, breathing heavily, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. The crowd was a cacophony of reactions—some applauding, others shouting in outrage or shock. But Weiss didn't care. She had made her point.

She picked up her discarded clothes and dressed quickly, the rush of adrenaline making her movements swift and sure. As she walked away from the plaza, the crowd parted to let her through, their expressions a mixture of admiration, disbelief, and confusion.

Weiss knew the repercussions of her actions would be severe. Her father would be furious, the media relentless, and the scandal unprecedented. But for the first time in her life, she felt truly free. She had shattered the chains of her family's expectations and taken a step towards a future of her own making.

As she walked away, the whispers and camera flashes following her, Weiss Schnee knew she had made headlines. And that was exactly what she had intended.