Pushing Marigold's buttons.

Corinne was behind the camera, its lens only one terrifying inch away, its all-seeing eye staring at Marigold. She couldn't hide her secrets from it, she was certain. Her breath was coming heavy from her chest. Her bum burned with the phantom feeling of Saki's hand remaining on the surface. Marigold scrambled to find the words to answer, to say something and anything that might make her seem less guilty. She knew that she should have been searching for some way out of this situation, but Marigold found that she didn't really want to find a way out of this situation. She didn't even want to find a way out of this bathroom. The camera in Corinne's hand was terrifying, but Marigold couldn't look away from it.

Saki was even closer than Corinne. Marigold could feel the cosplay queen's breath on her neck, not to mention feeling the material of her Widowmaker costume pressing against her back. Saki's hands were sliding over Marigold's nearly-naked body, almost electric with her touch. Whenever one of Saki's fingers grazed Marigold's skin, she shook, breathing out heavily. Mari wanted Saki to put her hands on her so badly, to just touch her. And she couldn't understand why. This wasn't who she was.

"You little whore," Saki snarled in Marigold's ear. "You make people think you're some innocent, pure girl, but you're a dirty pervert. I can't believe I ever talked to you."

Even hearing those words made Marigold's breath catch. Her eyelids fluttered, and she had to stop herself from moaning.

Saki's fingertips were toying with the band of Marigold's fancy lace underwear. "Thousands of people are watching," she whispered, just loud enough to be heard by Corinne and her camera. "Everyone at SAX knows what a slut perv you've been. No one will ever look at you the same way ever again."

She was right. Marigold knew that she was right. Marigold was the type of person who would have a mental breakdown over something like that. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that Marigold had been that type of person, once. Not even very long ago, just a few minutes. Before the camera had been turned on, before Saki had been spanking her for everyone to see. Marigold actually found herself liking it. She didn't care if everyone at Seriously Awesome Expo knew about her and her dirty deeds with the X-ray goggles. Some part of her actually found that idea exciting. More than anything, though, Marigold just wanted Saki to touch her properly. She wanted it more than anything.

"You'll never cosplay again," Saki said. "Everyone knows what you are now. Everyone has seen your slut titties. You're a dirty fucking whore, and everyone knows it now. They know you like to fuck yourself to the thought of your friends in the BB Brigade." Her hand finally pushed past the band of Marigold's panties, her fingers rubbing the blonde's clit as her other hand groped Mari's far-too-big-for-comfort breasts roughly and harshly.

Marigold squealed at the touch. "Oh my God," she gasped. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and her lip quivered even as she bit it. Saki stroking her was heaven, and she didn't give a damn about the cost. She needed it, needed more. It had to be even more intense, or-- or-- well, Marigold didn't know what wouldn't happen to her if she didn't get what she wanted.

Mari twisted on her knees in front of the camera and grabbed Saki's head, pulling the stunned cosplayer in for a deep, lasting kiss.