A female visitor

As Beth strolled past some of the conventioneers, she kept an eye out for various targets. Some of the costumes seemed like they had been thrown together at the last minute; others had to have cost a pretty penny.

Many individuals couldn't help stare at the cougar; none of them really stood out to her. Finally, she spotted one girl that caught her attention. Nearly as tall as Beth, she had dark blond hair that fell to mid-back, with high cheekbones and a facial structure like Jenna Jameson's. Clad in dark red sorceress robes that hid her physique, the girl was glancing through some Hellboy back issues.

Beth walked up, her Amazonian physique highlighted by her leather outfit. "Love the magic look, babe. Name's Beth."

The blond glanced up, distracted by the older lady. "Thanks; I'm Paige. I've always felt clothes like this help me out in certain situations."

"Not sure what you mean, hon."

Paige sighed. "Can we sit down somewhere? This might take a while."

"Sure thing." The duo headed to one of the nearby coffee shops. After getting their orders, they found a table.

"So what's the issue, love?"

"I've got a master's in Art and Art History; I'm currently working towards a degree in History. I'm no Patrick Danville or Jack Kirby - long live the King - but I've got some talent." Reaching into the bag she had slung over her shoulder, she took out a sketchbook to show to Beth. Beth glanced through it. The artwork would never be held in the Louvre, but it showed her talent.

"The main problem is that I don't know if the way I look is a blessing or a curse. That's why I wear loose clothing like this. A lot of people see the body I've got, and they automatically assume I'm a 'Human Barbie Doll'." As she said this, Paige began rummaging through her bag again. "Here's a shot my boyfriend took of me in Barbados two months ago."

The 5x7 shot was obviously not professional, but it showed some level of skill. Paige was in a tight two-piece on the beach. Her body was impressive, with long sexy legs, a tight body like a fitness instructor, and 36C breasts that defied gravity.

"Damn, girl, you're hot," Beth remarked.

"Thanks. I've been lucky to find Michael. He was one of the first guys I've dated who's liked me for who I am, not just my body."

"How sweet of him."