Camilla gets her costume stolen!

"Of course, dear," Camilla said, trying to sound sultry. It had been years since she had needed to sound sultry. She had no idea if she still had the ability, but hey, if there was ever a time to do it, it was while she was dressed as the Black Canary.

"Awesome!" the boy said with a smile. His cell phone appeared in his hand a moment later. "Why don't we just find somebody to take the picture?"

"Do you want it to be just the two of us, or do your friends want to be in the picture too?" She couldn't decide which she wanted more. A bunch of young men eager to be close to her, or just the one wanting her all to himself? Both were exactly the sort of ego boost that she needed after this long, horrible day and a long, horrible few months.

The boy screwed up his nose. "I dunno," he said. I'll go check with the guys." He ran off and went up to his friends, with all of them getting into a sort of football huddle. It seemed like a lot more effort than deciding on a photo really merited, but Camilla wasn't going to complain about people spending time thinking about her.

When the boy came back, all of his friends were with him. "Can we get one with the whole group?" he said. "Is that okay with you?"

Camilla couldn't help but marvel at how polite this young man was. The polar opposite of her daughter, really. There were all sorts at every high school, of course, so there was no real reason for any surprise on her part. She was just glad to see that manners weren't completely dead-- even if there were under the roof of the Shah family.

"Of course," she said. "Feel free to go and find someone to take the picture, then."

That didn't take very long at all. The convention floor was crawling with people, most of them friendly and eager to help out a fellow nerd in need of assistance. The one who had approached Camilla handed off the disposable camera to a random guy and then came back to the group. Camilla and the boys lined up, and Camilla struck a pose-- the classic boobs-and-butt with her leather jacket down around her elbows. With Emily not around, Camilla was feeling considerably less wary of the idea of showing off her 'assets'-- her faux-leather top showed them off, so why not take advantage of it for a photo?

She couldn't tell how she felt about all of the boys pawing at her. It was a little too intrusive for her liking, but then again, boys would be boys, right? Some of them were even fiddling with the material on her jacket and her costume, almost like they were checking out the stitch work. Maybe they were just appreciating all of her efforts.

"Three, two, one..." the photographer said, prepping the disposable camera. "Say cheese!"

As Camilla said cheese, and heard the flash go off, she also heard another sound: a loud rip. She didn't realize what had happened until after the light of the flash had faded from her eyes: all of the boys had disappeared! Not only that, but most of her costume had as well!

Camilla gasped as she looked down at herself. The boys had somehow managed to tear her top free entirely, leaving her only in her skimpy leather jacket and her plain black bra!