Marigold's new costume.

In the back of the private room that Marigold had booked for her and Harry, there was an upstanding mirror. Mari didn't need to look in it to know that her new costume was absolutely ridiculous, but she did anyway. She had to know exactly what she had gotten herself into.

This version of the Mercy costume certainly wasn't as nice as the one that Marigold and Joy had made for the convention. It was cheap, and a little coarse. It was so obvious that it was machine-made and mass produced. Mercy's 'armor' was just a printed pattern on the torso of the torso. The golden skirt was so very short, not even covering Mari's rear end. And there were, of course, no leggings to hide Marigold's shame.

Marigold stared at herself in the mirror. She tugged on the bottom of the skirt, but she knew she had stretched it as far as it would go. If anyone looked closely, they would be able to see her... to see her womanhood peeking out from underneath. And, resting one hand on her bum, she knew that it was too big to be hidden properly by the skirt. Anyone would be able to tell that she wasn't wearing underwear. And the top! The top did nothing to hide her bust! Without her compression vest, her breasts looked so indecently enormous in the costume, giving her a horrible, sinful cleavage as the top strained to stay on her. It felt like it could fall off at any moment and reveal her shame.

Of course her biggest shame was clear. There had been nothing in the room with which she could have wiped off what Harry had left on her face. It was stained her makeup and hardened somewhat, settling in place like thick white globs of paint down her nose, over her eyebrows, and covering her mouth. There could be no mistaking it. Harry had ruined her and she had no way of hiding it.

But she couldn't stay here. The convention hall had showers for cosplayers, and pay phones she could use to call her friends. If she could make it to those, then she would be able to restore what was left of her dignity.

Mari turned to look over her shoulder, at the door to the private room. Getting to the showers would mean going outside, and going through the main convention hall. But she had no other choice. She would just have to try to hide her shame as best she could from the legions of fans and cosplayer as they enjoyed their time at the convention.