No! Saki can't risk a wardrobe malfunction.

Saki could only stand and watch as Tessa yanked Rachel out of her Sylvanas cosplay. She couldn't put herself at risk of getting caught in that cement; there was no telling what might happen if some of it were to get on her Kasumi cosplay.

Saki couldn't risk getting anywhere near that sticky stuff. One tug in the wrong place could undo her cleverly taped-in-place skirt, or pull her plunging neckline away from her epic cleavage. With all the people watching and doubtless taking countless snapshots of Rachel's pantsless state, she had to preserve her image as the most bulletproof tease on the internet. A single photo of an out-of-place skirt could sink everything she'd worked so hard to build!

Things only got worse as Tessa found that her hands were stuck to Rachel's elaborate bodice. The Banshee queen's top bounced up and down as the body-painted blue girl tried to free herself.

"My hands are totally stuck," Tessa complained. She tried to get a better stance, and her ass thrust out as she did- unknowingly baring the bare blue treasure between her legs to the crowd.

"Saki, help!" Rachel begged.

"Sorry, girls. You're on your own," Saki told her minions. "The damage is done."

It was true. The crowd already had shots of Rachel's pussy in all its fuzzy glory as she was pulled out of her pants. A few people were scrambling to get pictures of her skinny butt, but most were zooming their lenses in on the bristly brown hair she'd neglected to shave over the last week.

Saki didn't mention Tessa's own exposure; for all she knew, it was intentional. Her blue snatch spread itself as she struggled to get free; only a few photographers noticed the delightfully moist pink treat. The rest were too focused on Rachel's bouncing big tits that were about to pop out of her top.

"Saki, please!" Rachel stumbled towards Saki, pulling Tessa with her. "Get her off me!"

It was too much for Rachel's top to handle. Her Sylvanas bodice swept down her chest, baring her entire bosom, from the top of her breasts in silvery undead makeup, to her rosy red nipples, raw from chafing, and the pasty white skin of her underboob that she hadn't thought would ever see the light of day.

Saki pulled back from her lunging friend, but in her haste to cover up Rachel had already managed to grab ahold of a critical piece of Saki's cosplay.