Terri gets put in the doghouse.

Terri tried to make the most of her jacket-less situation. She'd saved a nice woman's dignity, and she tried to tell herself that sacrificing a little of her own was just the price of a good deed done. Her white tank top was perfectly in-character for Tracer, after all. And the red suspenders keeping the waistband of her ultra-high leggings up above her belly button were right British.

Still... it was hard to deny that she'd lost a lot of her cosplay magic with her jacket. Con-goers gave her looks not because she was the best Tracer at the con, but because she was obviously missing a piece of her costume. Getting to see "under the hood" of a cosplayer's outfit was exceptionally rare, especially in public. A few of the guys leered at the way her chrono-accelerator pressed against her small breasts. Worse, Terri's tank top was a little too big in the arm holes, and she couldn't help but be self-conscious of the way her yellow bra was visible from the side. For the first time that day, Terri turned her back to a crowd.

Terri ducked to the more secluded hallways outside the smaller panel rooms. Maybe she could sit in on something? The one on animating athletes looked nice...

"No! Bad Ammy! Bad!"

Terri turned the corner to find a woman dressed in a pink kimono and purple sash around her waist. She had a very, very generous cleavage window framed by green leaves that her peach-colored breasts proudly thrust out of. For a minute, Terri was at a loss as to what character the cosplayer was supposed to be, but then she saw her canine companion.

The girl's white dog was cosplaying Amaterasu, from Okami. As Terri watched, the irritated dog scratched at the flaming sun disc on its back, trying to get the underlying harness off.

"Nonono!" said the girl, who Terri now recognized as Sakuya the Tree Spirit. "Ammy, it's your big day; no scratching. Don't make me get the cone of shame!"

'Ammy' hung her head in sullen obedience.

"Wow..." Terri breathed, suddenly forgetting her worries. She zipped up to the girl in the kimono. "Your cosplay is smashing, Sakuya! And your hound is right cute!"

"Thanks," said Sakuya, bowing elegantly (and showing off even more of her spectacular knockers). "I can only assume you're Tracer, what with all your pish tosh and right-ho britishness, eh wot?"

"Quite!" Terri beamed. She straightened up, giving her most Overwatchy look. Then she broke down giggling. "Hehe! Oh, sorry, me accent's slipping. Seriously, great cosplay, though! Is Ammy her real name?"

"Yep!" Sakuya said. "She was practically born for this role. I'm so glad they let pets in with special passes; it's Ammy's first con!"

Terri squatted down to look the nervous, confused dog in the face. Ammy looked like a Hokkaido dog, only all white. Probably an albino, then. "Can I pet her?"

"Sure," Sakyua said. "Just be nice. She's a little antsy today, and she's gone too long without a chew toy. I knew I should have brought one..."

Terri looked the cosplaying dog up and down. Ammy seemed like a good pooch, but she had to be careful petting her. Nervous dogs were always prone to misbehaving.

"Whosagoodgirl?" Terri said, scratching Ammy behind the ears. "Yesyouare! Yesyouare!"

Ammy whined loudly and pushed her snout into Terri's outstretched hand, looking for her chew toy. The poor dog really was nervous: not all dogs could handle being paraded around in front of thousands of strangers wearing a big doggy disc on their back, after all.

"Poor girl..." Sakuya said. "She really needs her squeaky toy. I can't take her through the front gates again, she'd hate that..." Sakuya looked at Terri with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry Tracer, but can you hold on to Ammy while I run back and grab her chew toy? It'd just be a few minutes, I swear."