Finally the legs come out.

Kiona now stood in the locker room, letting the cold wash over her and feeling her nipples harden even more against her dark top, and enjoying the eyes of the fanboys on the other side of the locker room doors. There was only one part left of her cosplay, the leggings that covered her thighs and her ass especially. She knew exactly how to play this for her impromptu crowd.

Kiona turned away from the door, setting one foot up on the bench in a parody of the Captain Morgan pose. She knew how to work it so her ass looked the very best it possibly could, not that it ever looked less than great. So many hours at the gym squatting several hundred pounds made it gorgeous, firm, and tight, just like the rest of Kiona.

The leggings came apart with only the press of a button. There was a quiet hiss as the pieces separated, allowing Kiona to wrench them away from her body and set them gently on the floor without ever having to drop her rump-accentuating power stance.

Kiona had been left in only her bra and her sports shorts, with her small, black thong rubbing between the cheeks of her fantastic ass. The thong had to be sopping wet-- she certainly was, with all the excitement of those strangers watching from the other side. They could see every inch of her powerful body outlined in her underclothes now, and Kiona loved feeling their stares on her back.