Marigold is the proud new owner of the DD Brigade's underwear!

...the device, having queued up its targets, began its wicked work.

The first delicates to magically appear were a pair of lacy two-tone panties. They started out black at the top, but the lace changed to a lily white in the front and down the back. The panties were quickly followed by another lacy black number: a strapless black bra with emerald embroidery on the cups. The emerald stitching was thick and glossy in the center, making it seem oddly like the wearer's nipples glowed green.

The device hummed softly again as it gathered a charge to fire again. While she waited, a Marigold flicked her eyes towards the DD brigade. Who could these fancy delicates belong to?

Her answer came when one of the cosplayers put a hand to their bodice uncomfortably. Sylvanas shifted her shoulders and her spine stiffened (as other sensitive parts of her body did too). She tried to remain nonchalant, but her gaze kept turning downwards toward her body, especially where her ample chest rubbed against her tight bodice. Its tight, form-fitting worbla material kept her breasts supported, but she could definitely feel the uneven surface rubbing against her nipples.

The frisbee hummed again. Marigold quickly reached inside her bag and cleared the disc, eagerly awaiting the next dispensation of righteous justice.

Pop!

Marigold's eyes widened in shock at the sight of the new pair of panties. They were fine white silk with flowing red embroidery and held together at the hips with bits of string... and the strings were tied around tiny brass bells!

There was absolutely no question that these panties were meant to be shown off. They were racy, scandalous, and maybe even noisy! Who wanted to wear panties that jingled like a cat's collar? The girl cosplaying Ahri, of course. She was the shameless flirt. Of course she'd want people to pay attention to her when she got naked.

Ahri's panties were soon followed by a similarly-decorated strapless bra of white and red silk. The cups were extremely low-rise and unthinkably thin at the top. The shameless girl wanted to show off as much of her breasts as possible. Well, if that was the way she wanted to strut around, then maybe she didn't deserve a bra at all.

Ahri was in the middle of a very intimate hug when the device struck. Her breasts instantly flopped loose inside her top. Instead of overflowing from her strapless kimono, her boobs just fell into their natural tear-shaped droop. She was still busty and beautiful, but she no longer had her eye-catching cleavage. Instead, she had eye-catching nipple bumps poking through her top.

Ahri pulled away from the hug and paused. She glanced to either side, pulled the band of her top out and stared down at her bare breasts. Next she quietly slid a hand up the back of her thigh, feeling exactly how much bare skin there really was. She made as if to say something, paused... then shrugged and bounced into another pose.

Marigold couldn't believe that girl.

Another round of humming cut through Mari's dumbfounded staring. The frisbee whirred, clicked and gave a high-pitched whine. Whatever it was doing, it was having trouble.

Then a shower of slick, fingernail-sized blue scales spilled into the catcher.

Marigold touched the tiny pile. There must have been a few dozen scales, each one stick and sticky on one side, rough and jagged on the other. It looked like they were all painstakingly placed to fit together: if each one was perfectly placed, not only could they completely cover whatever was underneath, they could also be removed one at a time or in groups. Just in case of bathroom breaks...

Marigold's breath caught in her chest. If the frisbee had taken a few dozen of Mystique's scales, then she would probably be even more naked than she was already.

At first glance, Mystique didn't look any different at all. She was still basically naked, and her whole body was blue and covered strategically in silicon scales from her face all the way down to her feet. However...

Mystique's dime-sized nipples were totally exposed. She'd painted them blue, just in case her cosplay started to shift around her breasts. Whereas the smooth circles of her areolae were well-concealed by just paint, the tiny blue buds were oh-so barely distinct from the rough scales covering her breasts.

Was she naked down below, too? Marigold had **** but to check.

It took Marigold some squinting, but she could see that there were absolutely no scales between Mystique's thighs. Instead of rough, bumpy silicon stick-ons, Marigold could see the subtle cleft of her pussy. It was so subtle that unless someone really stared from straight ahead a few yards away from her or got a look straight from below, they wouldn't notice unless they knew to look for it.

The Mystique cosplayer didn't even notice the loss of her most important scales. She was so used to being near-naked that a little extra air on her skin wasn't something to worry about. Besides, if something was really wrong with her outfit, she'd feel the sticky bits falling off or being pulled off. What she hadn't counted on was them being teleported off. How could she?

At last there was only one member of the DD brigade left: Saki-chan, Lynn's rival, the one with the biggest boobs of the lot. Her Kasumi cosplay was a masterful tease of the eyes. Marigold trembled with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the next round of underwear. This was for Lynn. This was for justice!

The frisbee beeped. The LED screen gave a blinking message: **ERROR**

"You stupid thief!" Marigold said angrily. "Come on! I know she has to have underwear. It's Saki! She'd never go commando!"