It only takes a moment...

Page wanted the glamour. It was important to her, and really, if it only took a moment, another pose, a wave, then why not? It would be easy, and if she didn't go, it would be rude.

But, she could not just go without anything covering her butt. She heard heard the first and second prize prize winner had gone out. She had a moment. Just a moment. She moved into the dark corner and took the scraps that was tucked into the front of the thin pleather belt. She split it in two and curled it back around the belt. It was half as large. Maybe smaller now, since it was less planned. Before, the scraps made a loin cloth large enough to almost cover the front and the back with just a small inch on either side empty. Now, though, it was much more revealing.

She observed as she moved to the stage. The pleather belt was already sitting lower. She felt it clinging to the mid point of her hips. Low enough to indicate the tops of the inward V in front, and definitely low enough for the top of her butt in the back. She would just have to not turn around. The cloth in the back was only some three inches wide, and just a bit longer than the bottom curve of her butt. It meant anyone to her side could see the entire curve of her form. In front, it was maybe a little wider. It was long enough to reach the midpoint of her thigh to her knee still, but only actually wide enough to reach either side of her pelvis - maybe four to six inches wide. It meant all her legs were revealed even when standing straight. As she stepped around, she realized it also meant when she tried to lean forward any, the loincloth had barely any curve to it for her form, and moved forward as well. If she did that too much, anyone to her side could see her. Completely.

She stood stiff as they called her name again. They already had to wait half a minute. She smiled and waved her hand, moving across the stage as gracefully as she could. She took the award and knew she had to do at least one thing while the cameras flashed. She put her hands on her hips and stood with her legs slightly parted. A Peter Pan pose. It would have to do - she had no spear anymore anyway. Both her legs were fully in view now. Her arms at either side, she noticed the seams were stretching, the runs that tore at the area of her remaining spandex covering her chest, ribs, and that strip in the back, were becoming more and more transparent. A few of the runs almost made their way to the front of her chest, where both her nipples were clearly pushing against the fabric.

That called her back to reality. She held the small trophy, thanked them, and began to back away. She could not turn, though. If she did, she would half moon everyone. Without truly knowing where she was going, she bumped into someone. Then someone else. The rest of the cosplayers in the competition were coming out now for praise. She kept trying to back away, but only tripped. Other cosplayers stepped past her, but some looked down to help. Others in the audience gasped.

Page's top was fine, she checked first. Her bottom though, she realized, was done. The pleather belt snapped. Her loincloth lay in a pool, broken at its side, atop her groin. She grasped it and pressed it against herself for cover, holding a hand over her ass as she staggered to a stand and ran backstage, past the person with the clipboard. Her cheeks were only covered by an errant hand, her front as well aside from some loose scraps.

She froze back here. There were people bustling everywhere at this point. Most were on stage, but if she went outside she would be surrounded. She could not even fix this now without chances of more seeing her - after they receive their applause people would come backstage again to prep for the next show - not even her dark corner would be safe then!

For the moment, she knelt behind sandbags. She had to figure out what to do, and fast, to get to the hotel. The pleather belt had broken, and she had lost the back half of her scraps again when it broke on stage. Worse yet, anything she did had the constant chance of someone being able to see her, if anyone walked in the wide line of sight to see behind these sandbags...