Putting On A Show WIP (Persona 3) (Patreon)

Being a part of S.E.E.S, Mitsuru found plenty of time in her schedule to keep herself active and her frame slender. She never really cared about just how she looked to other people, but she couldn't stop herself from wanting to avoid putting on unnecessary weight. Mitsuru had kept it a secret from the other members of S.E.E.S, but she had a dancing pole installed in her room a few days ago after the newest member, Minako, started bringing her into battle less and less.

Mitsuru was smart enough to know that she was doing it in order to bring in the most optimal team and keep everyone in good health. But it still left her needing something to do in her free time now that she wasn't in battle as often. She wasn't gaining weight, but some inner desire to remain as elegant as she was before Minako joined the team pushed her to do this. At least, that's what Mitsuru told herself as she sat on her bed and stared at the stripper pole that was now in the middle of her otherwise plain room.

Deep down, the redheaded leader had a feeling that she just wanted another activity to learn and this was the first to come to mind that kept her busy and gave her a bit of a workout. And sitting on the edge of her bed in a pair of dark red panties, her fur coat, and a matching red lace bra, Mitsuru couldn't help but chuckle as she brought both of her hands to her thighs. "No better time to start than the present, I suppose."

With a light breath leaving her lips, Mitsuru reached a hand out and wrapped it around the pole that was in the middle of her room, the fur coat that hung from her shoulders threatening to already slip off of her figure. However, just as she started to take her first time around the pole, the door to her bedroom opened, showing Minako in the light from the hallway. “Oh, Minako. What are-”

“I figured I’d come to check on you. But I see that you’re a bit busy.” A sly smirk almost immediately came to Minako’s lips as she stood in the doorway, gently leaning against the frame while watching Mitsuru start a slow but steady walk around the pole. “I’m not sure how good you are, but you’ll never really improve if you don’t have someone watching, you know. How about I sit and watch, see if there’s anything I can point out that might help?~”

As she was listening to Minako, Mitsuru wrapped her ankle around the pole and slowly spun around it, lowering her hand and falling backward at a steady pace while she spun. When she stopped, she looked at her new leader and nodded her head. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have someone watch my technique and let me know what I can improve on. Sure. Just close the door behind you.” Without saying another word, Mitsuru carefully started to make her way around the pole once again, allowing her fur coat to hang limply off of her shoulders.

With Mitsuru agreeing to allow her to watch, Minako closed the door behind her and made her way to Mitsuru’s bed, getting comfortable on it before paying attention to her redheaded friend. She wasn’t sure just how long Mitsuru had been dancing using a pole, but the way she moved and swung around it seemed like she already had a solid handle on the basics. But when that long red hair suddenly engulfed her vision, Minako almost let out a shocked gasp, expecting Mitsuru to fall on the ground right then and there.

However, her friend instead lifted both of her feet off of the ground and used her strength to roll her body forward and flip her way up the pole. Of course, the moment that Mitsuru was fully upside down, the entirety of her body exposed, the fur coat that she had on fell to the floor. But that didn’t stop Minako from staring at her friend and quickly adoring the body that hovered in front of her. Those plump and wonderful breasts almost slipping out of her bra thanks to her hanging upside down, those long and slender legs carefully handing onto the pole and allowing Mitsuru to stretch out against it, and that bright and long hair that now touched the floor with Mitsuru’s position. Everything that Minako saw in front of her was a wonderful scene that she never wanted to forget about, especially when she watched her friend’s hands slowly move away from the pole.

Mitsuru had more than enough strength in her body to be able to keep herself hanging on the pole with just her ankles and her legs. And, in the back of her mind, she couldn’t believe that she was about to do this in front of a friend of hers. But it was part of the art of pole dancing. With her arms outstretched wide away from her, she didn’t hesitate to bring them back toward the pole, grabbing onto the hooks of her bra and unhooking them. One hand immediately made its way to the cups of the bra before it had a chance to fall to the floor. But instead of letting the fabric fall to the floor like her coat did, Mitsuru looked directly into Minako’s eyes with a serious glare. “Don’t you tell anyone what you saw here, okay?”