Carla Medici

Carla Medici was woken up at 6 AM. The same time that she has woken up as long as she can remember. Her father refused to let anyone sleep in ever. With the knowledge that trying to go back to sleep would be impossible in her home, the brunette began to plan out her day. After rolling a seven on random number generator on her phone, Carla consulted her Daily Excitement Chart. Despite its grandiose name, it was just an excel sheet the brunette used. Today's number is seven, which means I go without underwear.

The convention she was planning on going to would not start for another four hours, but staying at home would just lead to headaches. The brunette could already hear her father turn on One America News on the TV. She quickly got dressed in a teal tube top and miniskirt, completing her Resident Evil 3 Jill Valentine cosplay. Once she was in the kitchen, the cosplayer made perfunctory conversation with her, doing her best to avoid a rant about the “deep state”. Once she was outside Carla looked back at the home she grew up in and what was currently the only place she could afford. Be positive dumbass, at least you have a home. The pandemic already killed mom, and the dad I knew. I can't let it kill me too. I got nieces and nephews to spoil.

The cosplayer eventually reached the convention and worked her way to the registration table. It was surprisingly quick for someone who showed up an hour into the opening of the event. Around 11 AM the crowd at the event was starting to pick up. Carla was doing the rounds through the convention, and she got asked for photos, which made her feel like her work was appreciated here more than her day job. After the circle of the convention, the cosplayer finally took the time to look at what events were here. The first thing that caught Cara’s eye was a dating show thing. Well, it's probably nothing serious if it's scheduled at such an early time. At the very least, this should be enough evidence that I'm trying to keep the family from asking too many questions. Resolved to give the show a try, she made her way to the booth. There, the attendant gave her a form which the cosplayer filled out promptly. Once the form was turned in, the cosplay disappeared in a pink flash.

Carla immediately looked around her surroundings, attempting to decipher her newfound location. The first thing she immediately did was look down at herself to ensure that her clothes were still present. After that attempt to confirm whether she was dreaming failed, the cosplayer just walked through the entrance that led out of her current room. The short walk left her in some kind of lecture room; she could hear that there were others there. She picked up the pace into a slight jog, hoping to find people who had some kind of idea of what was going on. The first thing she saw was a naked orange woman, and then her co-worker topless in the lap of another woman.

“What the hell is going on?!” Carla yelled.

“Alien dating show,” Katie began as she leapt up to try and calm down the cosplayer. “The nudist over there is ELEECE, as far as we can tell, she runs this thing, and that's my best friend Miri.” The writer waved as she made her way over to the pair currently standing.

“It's wonderful that everyone is getting along," ELEECE said as she clapped her hands. For the first time, she stood up personally, her throne disassembled into the doppelgängers that formed its constituent parts. “But before this continues, I need you to introduce yourself to the audience. Please give your name, age, occupation, cup size, and last sexual encounter?”

“Carla Medici, 30, software developer, C-cup, and yesterday all throughout work. I set up a vibrator to go off every time someone would enter the break room.” The cosplayer’s eyes widened at the information.

“Wait, what? We work in an open office, and our desks are right next to each other. How the hell did I not notice that?” the bespectacled woman asked.

“You wear earbuds all the time and not everyone moans like they are in porn. That wasn't even the first time I did that this year!” Carla responded with pride, puffing her chest out.

“That's a cool cosplay of Jill from RE3,” Miri interjected, not wanting to hear about the logistics of the cosplayer's public sex acts.

“Oh, thank you!”

“Oh huh, neat, but I want to know how you pulled that off at work.” Miri sighed as her diversion was barreled through with the subtle if of a stampede.