Emily stumbles onto a sexy strip show.

Emily just didn’t get what was so fun about these stupid conventions for her mother. It was just a bunch of hopeless dweebs pretending for one instant that they had a chance at being cool. At least she didn’t have to deal with her mom’s nagging anymore.

Emily had escaped the vendor’s booths. She had gotten a program to paw through from a guy who had stared probably a bit too long at her fishnetted legs, but he was beneath her concern. She just needed to find something to kill time with.

Now she wandered the halls, peeking into the rooms occasionally if a panel or workshop title caught her eye. They were, without fail, much later than their titles had implied. Most of them were Z-listers rambling to the three people who had come about the ‘new webseries’ that they were in that no one would watch.

THE EROTGEEK: NERD CULTURE AND THE FORBIDDEN was the title of one in Hall J. 18+ only. That one got a laugh out of Emily even before she look inside. She couldvimsgine some loser fumbling with a lap dance and knew it was something that she just had to see.

When she opened the door, though, it was much better than she had expected. There was a woman onstage dressed as Batgirl— well, she HAD been dressed as Batgirl. Now she had only the mask and a yellow bra and matching panties on, and she was twirling expertly around a pole. It took Emily’s breath away.