Locker room stand off.

Kiona stood as confident as ever in the middle of the locker room. She had her hands on her hips, her feet shoulder-width apart. It was a stance that projected dominance, power. Above all, it allowed Kiona to establish her absolute control of the situation, as she always did. It helped that it also let her push out her chest a little and showed off her long, powerful legs to those watching her.

The three fan boys filed into the locker room like school children entering the principal's office. Somehow, despite the show that Kiona had just put on for them, they hadn't put it together yet that she wasn't planning on punishing the three of them. Certainly none of them understood what Kiona had in mind if everything went her way over the course of the next few minutes.

"Good morning, boys," Kiona-as-Pharah said. "How are you enjoying the convention?" She allowed herself to smile only with her eyes. It was a little fun tormenting the three voyeurs like this, and hey, maybe they deserved to be toyed with a bit. They had still been peeping on a cosplayer changing in the locker rooms, of course. It was hardly a morally laudable thing to do. But that didn't mean she was really mad at them.

"A-ah," one boy, who seemed to be the 'ringleader' of the three, muttered. He was taller than the other two, with shaggy blondish hair, and he looked to be in decent shape. No doubt he had nothing on Kiona in the gym, but the boy was definitely fit. In another situation he would probably have been very confident. He looked terrified as he stood in front of Kiona in her bra and her workout shorts. "I-it's been alright, aside from the heat. H-how about y-you, ma'am?"

Kiona certainly didn't hate how the word 'ma'am' sounding coming from this young man. She smiled, but only slightly. "Getting better every minute," she said. "How about the war of you? What's on your minds, boys?"

Neither of them would make eye contact with Kiona, or even answer the question she had posed. They seemed to think that she wouldn't know what they had been seeing, the dirty thoughts that had consumed them, if only they didn't look the cosplayer in the eye. They were wrong, of course. These two boys looked similar, as if they could be brothers. They very well could be. They looked like so many boys in their later teens, still growing out of their baby fat and incapable of styling their hair to save their lives, much less develop any sort of sense of fashion. Both were sweating absolute bullets, and that sweat was probably about to soak through their hoodies. Kiona remembered being that age, how horrible it had been. The awkwardness and the anxiety had consumed her back then. She planned to take pity on the both of those young men, as well as their taller, slightly bolder friend.

"Did you like what you saw through the door?" Kiona said, finally letting them out of their misery. Playing with these three like this wouldn't give her the satisfaction that she truly wanted. It was pretty funny, though. She made sure to commit the looks on their faces to memory for later story-telling purposes.

"W-what do you mean?" the leader of the boys stammered. He looked Kiona in the eyes, but he was clearly struggling.

"I mean," Kiona-as-Pharah said, taking a long, confident, and imperiously graceful step toward the three boys on the other side of the locker room. "Did you like watching me take all of my clothes off? And how would you like to see a little more of me?"