Kiona happily gives it up.

Kiona could barely contain her smile. She hadn't had someone want to pound her ass so bad that they resorted to **** before. Under normal circumstances, she would hate someone like this 'Horny Harry' for preying on cosplayers, but, well... it wasn't as if Kiona had a ton of options available at the moment. Maybe a quick, convention hook up could be a lot of fun. Especially if Marigold was around for it... or maybe even involved? Kiona shivered at that lovely thought.

She furrowed her brow in mock outrage. "You want my ass?!" she gasped, keeping up her cosplay accent. "And you say you won't spread those videos around online?" God, but she sounded ridiculous. Apparently these were the depths that she would have to stoop to if she were going to find someone that might actually stand a chance at satisfying her.

Marigold hadn't been able to close her mouth since hearing Harry's demands. It was simply too much. And now it sounded like Kiona was actually considering listening to him! How was this all happening? Kiona was a smarter woman than this.

The bigger struggle for Marigold was keeping the images out of her head. She found herself wanting Kiona to say yes, but she would never admit it. It was impossible for her to keep away the thought of Kiona, eyes closed, mouth open, moaning as Harry's thing entered her from behind. When had Mari become so perverted?

She didn't have time to consider the question. Kiona's mouth was already open and she was preparing to speak.

"Alright then," the Pharah cosplayer said. "I guess I have ****."