Fair is fair; pleasure for pants.

Lynn didn't see any other option. If she wanted to get out of this bathroom with any sort of public dignity, then she was going to have to give up some of her private dignity. She had gotten herself into this mess, but she knew how to get herself out of it, too.

Lynn eyed Rosa up and down. Her t-shirt was long enough that Lynn could have used it to cover her pussy and most of her ass, too. She had worn skimpier clothing to cosplay shows before. That was something she could get away with... if she could get the cosplayer to agree to part with it. But that was the real challenge, wasn’t it?

Lynn inched closer to her fellow cosplayer. “I don’t have anything I could give you,” she said demurely. “Unless...”

Rosa perked up for a second. “Unless?” she said, still not looking at Lynn directly. Lynn could tell, though, that she was intrigued by where Lynn was going with this conversation.

“Well,” Lynn said. “I’ve been told I’m really... fun.”

Rosa’s face was getting redder fast. It seemed that she was catching on to what Lynn was going for, as she had hoped. “Yeah?” she said.

Lynn brushed her arm. “I’ll tell you what.” She was using her best seduction skills, and this was on a girl! A total stranger to boot! She would need a long shower after this to wash the ick of what she was about to do off of her skin. “If you give me that tee shirt,” she said.

Rosa’s ears were burning. “Yes?” she said.

“I’ll give you a handjob like you wouldn’t believe,” Lynn said.