A camera's shutter clicking.

Horny Harry stood exactly five feet away from Mari, holding a camera and snapping pictures like a man possessed.

"Nyeeep!" Marigold squeaked. She covered her chest with both hands and took a step back. Harry followed: again, exactly five feet away.

"Go on," Harry urged. "Take off that leotard. Be free!"

"No! I can't!" Mari protested. "Y-you're taking pictures! That wasn't part of the deal!"

"I didn't say I wouldn't refrain from not taking pictures," Harry snickered. His camera clicked again. "Don't worry, gorgeous. I won't share 'em with anybody. These are going in the private collection."

Mari knew she should call it off right then and there. Taking off her cosplay for a man was one thing, but getting naked for a camera was another thing entirely. Pictures were forever. There was no going back after this.

"Come on, sweet thing," Harry said. "Pretend I'm not even here. The camera's your friend, angel face. It loves you. Let it do its thing."

"I... I can't..." Mari slammed her eyes shut.

For all his creepy lechery, Horny Harry still had some tiny bit of charm left in him. He drew on that charm and found the five words that shattered Mari's resolve.

"It'll make you look beautiful."

Mari had been called beautiful before, but never like this. Not from a man that acted like he'd taken a thousand girls' photos before. Not when she knew it wasn't some empty compliment from a teacher or a priest. When this perverted man who was only interested in sex said she was beautiful, he really meant it. There wasn't anything else to it.

Slowly, Mari unzipped her leotard and let it drop down her legs. The camera clicked in appreciation as she unveiled her thick compression vest and soft tummy. Mari's white panties could just barely be seen through Mercy's tights.

"P-promise you won't ever show anyone," Mari whispered.

"I promise, cutie pie."

Mari reached for the waistband of her tights.