It displaces Kiona's intimates, of course!

The frisbee hummed and vibrated in Marigold's hands. She let out an eep! and barely kept from dropping it- people hated it when she broke things...

The vibrating grew stronger as the device warmed up. Marigold closed her eyes. Was it going to explode?

Ding!

The vibrations stopped. Marigold opened her eyes.

Resting in the curve of the frisbee was a black sports bra.

For a moment, Marigold just stared dumbly. She hesitantly picked up the bra. It was strangely warm and a little damp, as if it had just been taken off. She pondered the mystery briefly before realizing that she was holding a bra in the middle of a store. She hurriedly grabbed a swag bag from a countertop and stuffed the bra inside.

Across the store, Kiona had the oddest sensation; her Raptora's breastplate felt strangely cold. Maybe something slid out of place? She shrugged shoulders to get a feel for what was wrong... and then she gasped loudly as she felt her bare nipples scrape painfully against the inside seams of her breastplate.

"No way," Kiona shuddered. Had her bra really snapped? If so, she was about to regret not wearing a bodysuit under her costume. The heat had made her think she could handle it, and the inside of her armor was always comfy, but... her nipples were extra-sensitive ever since she'd done that.

Marigold, still confused as to why a tiny person had given her a device that created sports bras, slid the frisbee into the swag bag as well. She joined up with what looked to be a very agitated Kiona.

"A-are you okay?" Marigold asked softly.

"I think so," Kiona said, pressing a hand to her breastplate, making sure to take shallow breaths. "I think I need to make a pit stop at the hotel, though."

"What? Why?" Marigold was crestfallen. "B-but the voice actors' panel is..."

"I just had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction," Kiona said, tapping her breastplate softly. She took another, deeper breath. "I think old faithful just gave up the ghost. I knew I shouldn't have cheaped out on underwear..."

Marigold's eyes went wide. She glanced at her swag bag. Could it be?

"You can handle the crowds without me, Mary," Kiona continued. "You don't need me to tag along anymore, do you?"

"Um..." Marigold wasn't sure what to say. Crowds made her nervous. She always felt like she was the center of attention. Being stared at made her feel tiny and weak, but Kiona always stood up for her. Could she let her friend go back to the hotel and brave it alone?