A naked run-in.

Grace was operating purely on instinct. The shock of what she was doing overriding all else. She was keenly aware of every inch of exposed skin as thousands of eyes and dozens of cameras followed her path as she sprinted out of the room. "Naked Leia come back, I think I love you!" came a yell from nowhere in particular.

Between the streamer feeds and live audience more than 20,000 people had just seen her in all of her glory already and that number was rising by the second. As her quick pace caused the double doors to fly open with a loud clank, drawing the attention of anyone within a few hundred yards of the wall.

Grace kept running. Not really knowing where she was going but knowing she had to get out of here. She sprinted as best she could while trying to protect her modesty with her hands. Through the crowd of convention attendees she went in nothing but sandals a collar and a look of supreme embarrassment, her ass bouncing along to every bound as the naked youth worked her way across the busy confloor towards the building exit. Her prior activities in the projection room had left her inner thighs slick with her own personal lubrication appearing oiled and shiny compared to the rest of the now sweat covered girl.

Wincing at every camera flash she tried to cover herself as best she could and shoulder her way through the thick crowd at the same time.

It felt like everything was in slow motion to the hyper alert teen. As she brushed passed people feeling the clothing and limbs side across her exposed body, a few taking the opportunity to squeeze her ass as she went. But after an eternity of running she finally reached the front doors of the hotel. The sounds of whooping and catcalls of offers to be her master where replaced by vehicle noise and the buzz of city life as she passed the threshold of the hotel, feeling the wind whip past every inch of exposed skin.

She didn't pause to reply when the startled badge checker at the front door called after her asking if she was alright. Instead merely bounding over the front steps, cutting through a fountain pool to avoid running into the crowd outside. Keeping ahead of the small group following her out.

Shit! Shit! Shit! thought the panicking naked teen now running along a sidewalk in downtown Atlanta Georgia, in broad daylight. She was a 2 block run and 30 minute subway ride from the rest of her things. Surrounded by thousands of camera carrying congoers. And had no idea how to get back to her costume.

She was **** for any form of cover. Just as she was approaching an intersection and trying to decide if she should run -towards- the crowd, convention and subway station back to her motel. Or away from it she paused, her head swiveling left and right as her brain tried to plot a course out of this mess. When supergirl suddenly appeared next to her

"Oh my god. are you alright? What happened?! Do you need help?" Asked the blonde in iconic red mini skirt and skin tight blue top. S symbol stretched out over full C-cup breasts.

Grace barely heard her question. What she found infinitely more important was the cape in the blondes outstretched hand. Grace quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around herself as best she could. Her breasts now fully covered, when worn sideways the cape wasn't quite large enough to be decent strictly speaking. Her right asscheek and hip was still mostly exposed but she wasn't exactly in a position to argue.

Grace thanked the girl profusely, dodging the question on what happened, if she could blush any harder she probably would have.

"Come on I'll make sure you get back to your room alright" Said the girl who introduced herself as Sarah.

After Grace explained her stranded situation Sarah instead offered to take Grace up to her own room instead.

The next few minutes went by in a blur as the mortified teen and supergirl powerwalked the half block to the hotel Sarah and her friends were sharing a room.

Grace began to once again gain control of her breathing. Thankful for the cover she now had but maintaining her rosey blush as they fought their way through the crowd and entered through the back door which required a hotel key not just a con pass and thus had less of a queue waiting to get in.

They arrived at a standard hotel room that appeared at first glance to have a poltergeist problem judging by all the things thrown around the room. There wasn't a visible square foot of floor in the whole room as props clothing, hair and makeup products and assorted other prep gear from 5-6 people judging by the number of open suitcases and sleeping bags on the floor.

Grace felt her body slip out of all encompassing panic as the door closed, immediately went over to the bed sat down and put her head in her hands, tears began to flow from the overwhelmed teen. Her reputation as a cosplayer was ruined. She was mortified.

Sarah sat down next to her and began rubbing her shoulders. And assuring her that it would be alright. She once again asked what happened to Grace's costume.

That released the floodgates as Grace found herself spilling everything, she considered trying to come up with a lie on why she had stripped down but decided to be truthful with her savior.

Expecting judgement from the blonde for her kinky antics all she got was a reassuring smile that Sarah understood. As it turns out Sarah was a camgirl who had recently gone full time, quitting her job to be a professional nude person.

She shared her own experiences with being naked in front of groups and the rush of emotions that caused her when things got bigger than expected. Or when a friend from highschool found her content online. Which made Grace feel a bit less alone if nothing else.

"Hey, why don't you grab a shower, I'll find you something to wear in this mess" suggested the chipper blonde, gesturing to the cyclone of stuff around her.