Emily teases her classmates.

"So boys," Emily said, running her hand through her long, blonde hair. "How are you enjoying the convention so far?" She pursed her lips and batted her eyelashes at the hopeless nerds enraptured by her cosplay.

"They're great," one said, clearly not looking Emily in the eye. "Uh, I mean, it's great!" He blushed and looked away completely, terrified that Emily might notice his slip up as if it hadn't been transparently obvious. Emily didn't comment on it, though, so the young man continued to believe that he had gotten away with it.

"That's good to hear," Emily purred. "What are you guys doing later? Going to any convention parties?"

Camilla was a little ways away, looking through the stacks of comics on sale from one of the convention hall vendors. She was doing what she could to avoid paying too much attention to Emily and her friends. It wasn't as if Emily was actually going to do anything with those boys, anyway. They were nerds, and she wasn't. Mrs. Shah couldn't help but to feel a little bit envious, though. It just felt a little bit unfair. Back in her high school days, Camilla would have done anything to have a pack of young nerd boys salivating over her like they were over her daughter right now. Hell, she would have liked for anyone to be paying her that kind of attention... then or now. At least then she would know that someone still thought she was pretty.

So Camilla couldn't help but glance over at her daughter's conversations once in a while. Much to Mrs. Shah's chagrin, her daughter kept pushing out her chest and rocking her hips. The poor boys couldn't help but stare-- seeing one of the most popular girls in school dressed as a comic book heroine? That was something unheard of for them. Emily hadn't gone as far as she had in the car yet, but Camilla knew that she had to keep a close eye on the young woman. Emily tended to push boundaries, especially when it came to irritating her mother, and she might try something again if she thought Camilla would have to step in and stop her. Not to mention that there were dozens of pervy cosplayer photographers wandering around, searching for the slightest hint of a wardrobe malfunction to post on their exploitative cosplay blogs.

"Uhhhh," one of the boys blathered on. "We haven't really heard about anything, but if you wanted to go, then maybe we could rustle something up...?" He glanced back at his friends, who seemed just as enthusiastic to keep Emily on the conversational hook as he was.

Emily beamed at her supposed 'new friends.' And, as she always did around new, male friends, she bounced up and down in place, accentuating her bust in a way that her flatter-chested mother knew that she never could. "That sounds great, guys! Do you have my phone number? Maybe if you think of something, you can shoot me a text and we can meet up for some fun! Do you guys have your own hotel rooms?" She immediately started to rattle off her own cell phone number, which all five boys started to type into their phones as quickly as possible, repeating it multiple times for confirmation.

That last comment had been too far for Camilla. She wasn't about to let her daughter... er, corrupt these boys with her partying ways. She paid for her comics and stormed over to where Emily and the fanboys were talking, putting her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Come on, Emily, it's time to move on," she said, chill on her tongue.