The Comic Convention was a small event, at least compared to some of its contemporaries. There was no one in attendance that was anything higher than D-list, the panels were enjoyable but forgettable, and the focus of the event was all over the place. Nerd rock keyboardists performing adjacent to local amatuer wrestling, and a T-shirt vendor tragically misplaced right next to a booth selling ice cream planets shamelessly ripped off from Firefly. The spills and smears alone kept the two booths at each other's throats, much to the delight of the adjacent tables desperately in need of entertainment.
Alice had moved from one end of the convention to the other, swinging her oversized paws and waving cutely at the people that seemed delighted at her cosplay. The search for a semi-private bathroom came after she realized that in the two story convention hall, the actually Comic Con was only taking up the first. A quick duck into a stairwell later and she was rushing down a darkened hallway, tracking down the first ladies room she came across. A sigh of delight came to her lips when she saw the door was push to enter; thankful she wouldn't have to try to wrap her oversized cat hands around a thin handle. In she went, ready to take care of her business, when she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Oh. Hi." Alice's voice chirped through the mesh in her face mask, and the Taokaka cosplayer stood there with a felt, pointed grin on her hidden face, looking at the young woman standing in the middle of the bathroom. The sight of someone else in a suspected empty bathroom was enough, but the woman that stood before her was enough to grab her attention even back on the crowded convention floor.
She was tall; nearly six feet thanks to a pair of sleek, black boots with tall heels lifting her up. The boots disappeared into pressed black slacks, and a black blazer that was hanging open, revealing a tight-fitting, white business shirt that had been cut off at the bottom to reveal midriff, and trimmed in the center to expose ample cleavage. The woman's hair hung down so ludicrously long Alice could only assume it was a wig; with an intricate, single red braid that danced down to the woman's waist. The girl just turned and looked at Alice; gazing at her through a pair of thick glasses, tinted yellow to complete her outfit. Her gaze was cold and scrutinizing, well fitting with the character she had decided to dress as.
"Crimson Viper. Nice." Alice offered a meek little smile; not that it could be seen through the Taokaka mask. She gave a little nod of her head as she stepped into the room, gazing at one of the distant stalls where she could remove her costume. "Don't mind me, I just need to change my costume a bit..."
As she tried to move past the other woman to the rear stall, a hand came out to stop her. One of the woman's hands; gloved in black leather, slammed against an adjacent stall, cutting Alice off and blocking her line of sight. Alice had little recourse but to slowly turn her head to the side, looking at the other woman that had prevented her. The redhead, now wearing a smirk that somewhere between confident and bullying, seemed to be in no rush. She took her time, looking at Alice's costume, tilting her head from side to side to take her in. Their forms were close; uncomfortably so from Alice's perspective, and even through the black mesh mask she could pick up the scent of the other woman's perfume, a bold, rich scent that she herself would never be brave enough to wear in public.
But this woman? It suited her. She was in control, and the strong scent was just another way in which she proved as much. It was in her scent, in her gaze, and in her mere presence. Standing there looking at the mystery woman, even through the obscuring black mesh of her mask, Alice could feel her knees going weak. The young cosplayer swallowed, and shifted her legs back and forth, feeling heated underneath the other woman's gaze.
"Do...Do you want something?" she asked with a nervous swallow, her voice cracking as she spoke. She knew, all too well, that this mystery woman did indeed want something.
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Alice wasn't necessarily surprised at the situation she had ended up in, so much as how it had happened. Hooking up at conventions was part of her goal, one of the things she enjoyed about going to them. But as the door to the nearest stall flung open with such velocity to echo a loud bang through the room, she knew she was in for something altogether unlike her usual convention romp. The other woman said nothing, yet maintained complete control as she took Alice by the elbow and spun her into the stall. The girl's natural clumsiness, combined with her unwielding costume, landed her square on her rear on the toilet, and by the time she lifted her head her new friend was already locking the stall door behind her, gazing down at her with a hungry look.
No words were spared as Crimson Viper crouched down on the tile, and moved her gloved hands square to Alice's breasts. She focused her gaze at the young woman's mask, and though it'd be nearly impossible for her to make out detail through the black mesh, Alice was sure the woman could see her fierce blush. A moan broke out from her lips as the woman pressed her strong hands into her chest, squeezing the orbs, rolling her grip about them through the stiff tan jacket of her character. Her legs had been spread to either side of the stall, an action which she only pushed forward with, whimpering as she gazed down at the mystery woman, immediately giving of herself.
Crimson Viper, for her part, seemed content to explore Alice's body for the moment, but never once did she compromise her costume, or utter a single word. She said all that she needed to with possessive touching and hungry fingers; clawing digits down her attire, and letting her gloved hands caress over the exposed flesh of Alice's knees and thighs. The bulky Taokaka feet were lifted up by the mystery woman, and Alice was guided to brace them both on the wall of the stall, holding her legs aloft and revealing herself to the stranger.
Underneath the short tan jacket she had worn a pair of simple panties; close enough in color to her jacket so as not to draw attention, yet with enough lace and frill to look sexy just in case something like this had occurred. As her undergarment became revealed the stranger smiled; her red-lipsticked grin puckering a bit as she looked at her prize. She said nothing, but she looked up for a moment to Alice, the smirk and the crook of her brow telling the young woman she could clearly tell that she had come to the convention hoping to be touched.
