Camilla tries to make do.

Anyone in a logical state of mind at that moment would have told Camilla that being in a bra at a convention was nothing to worry about. There were hundreds of people wearing less than her, dozens within thirty feet. But no one save Mrs. Shah’s husband had seen her in so little in decades! Even her swimsuits covered up more than this.

She covered her chest with her arms and sprinted away with nowhere particular in mind that she was going. Camilla just wanted to be away, away from all these people. How dare those boys! She would be getting in touch with their parents come Monday. That is if she could figure out their names at least.

Mrs. Shah just needed to figure out a place to hide. If she could make her costume resemble decency again, she knew that she could go out and look for a dress or a bathrobe to buy that would cover her up more. Her cosplay was ruined, but...

Mrs. Shah looked up. Her situation had just changed very suddenly.