Marigold evades an old friend.

Marigold cracked open the door into the convention hall. Just a slight touch-- she didn't want to expose herself to the elements just yet. Who could know what sort of things were waiting for her out there? Only God, that's who, and poor Mari wasn't feeling like God was much on her side at the moment.

She peered through the crack in the door by pressing her face against it. In doing so, she felt the squelch of Harry's semen, just another reminder of the many mistakes she had made that day. Marigold tried to ignore it, but it remained at the back of her mind like the pain from a pulled muscle, always squealing a little bit even when it was at rest.

The hall, it seemed, had quieted down somewhat since Marigold and Harry had walked to the room together. She could tell by the clock on the wall on the other side of the hall that it was almost four in the afternoon, which meant that some of the big guests' panels were starting. She had wanted to go to the panel by Matt Mercer, which was starting soon, but she didn't think she had the heart to actually show up there in the state she was in. Just another punishment for the mistakes that she had made back in that room with stupid old 'Horny Harry' and his dumb toys.

The convention attendees in the hall seemed to mostly be minding their own business. That was good! Maybe that would mean that she wouldn't have to deal with any stares, like she usually did when people noticed her... prodigious bust. It would only draw more attention now that she was without her compression vest, but there wasn't anything she could do about that. She would just have to make a run for her hotel room and hope that someone was there, or that someone had left the door open when they left the room that morning. Otherwise, she couldn't see how she was getting out of this situation with her dignity in one piece, if that was even an option anymore.

Just as she was about to leave the room, she saw someone whose face made her heart dropped. It was Lena, from her church group. How could she be here? Marigold thought to herself. Lena was essentially the leader of her church group, by far the most popular girl and married with a gorgeous, faithful, and pious husband. Marigold must have mentioned SAX to her a thousand times in the weeks leading up to the convention, but Lena had never said anything about attending herself! What was happening?

Marigold steeled herself. She would just have to get by Lena, somehow, and hope that she wasn't noticed. If Lena figured out who she was, well, that was it for her, seeing as Lena was also a notorious gossip. She would be kicked out of church group!

She would just have to run as fast as she could. Running always hurt-- what with the size of Marigold's breasts and all-- but it was her only option. She threw open the door and was out it just as quickly, sprinting down the hallway and toward the actual hotel wing. Unfortunately, Lena was coming from exactly that direction. Marigold prayed to God that the woman might not notice her, that Lena might pass by unawares...