Marigold tries to sneak out.

She would just have to risk it. It wasn't as if she could just stay and hide in this private room forever. Eventually the convention would end, anyway, and the Con Security would have to do their rounds to check on the building. And then they would definitely find her, and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. At least if she left now she might have a small chance to avoid anyone noticing what had happened to her today, even if it was a very, very slim chance.

Her hand shook as she grabbed the handle of the door. If only she hasn't have been so foolish and naughty, none of this would have happened. Not to mention that this had all started when she had bought some dirty toys for Joy! She would just have to come to terms with that fact, andvthat meant that she would just have to go out into the convention hall.

Besides, Marigold thought to herself. It's not like you haven't seen cosplayers wearing... risqué things before. Of course, she wasn't aware of any cosplayers that had been seen out in public with a man's... well, a man's 'stuff' on their faces. She would be unique on that front. In fact, Marigold could still feel it heavy on her face, like thick globes of paint. Somehow it was feeling less and less strange to have it sprayed across her face and her chest as the seconds dragged on, and she just didn't know how to feel about that.

Mari took a deep breath to steady her jittering hands, and then she **** herself to open the door into the convention hall to face her fate.