Arrival at the Weston.

Grace walked to the side area on the central entrance of the Weston Hotel she now found herself in.

This was the fanciest of the con hotels and housed all the special guests. As well as the autograph signing row on the second floor.

She took the oppertunity to straighten up once again. in her mildly **** state she failed to notice the now considerably thinner front panel doing a rather lack luster job of protecting her modesty. All of her adjustments had caused it to move in more than an inch on both sides. The 9 inch wide single layer of cloth that was already useless under flash photography was now a little over 6inches wide. From straight on and above she was perfectly covered. But from a 45degree angle to her sides one could see just about everything at a glance. The overly tight front plate still pulling the fabric away from her otherwise completely exposed bottom half in the front. The trek outside had caused the back portion to stick to her ass and no matter what she did it kept trying to give her a wedgy working its way into her crack perfectly shrink wrapping her ass, as well as allowing a casual viewer a taste of what those with high end flash modules on their camera had seen all day as the outline of her small celtic trinity tatoo was clearly visible on her left butt cheek.

She began to once again make the rounds of this new hotel. Stopping occassionally for a requested photo-op. Her mind was distracted by the constant buzzing of her libido, she was not used to being (nearly) naked and unstimulated for this long, she could feel every heartbeat in her slit pounding rythmically, gently begging her for attention.

She was a woman on a mission. She needed to find a quite place to relieve some of this tention. but more than anything at the moment she needed a drink...