Rules to treat the cosplayers as his own personal fantasies (OVERWATCH BRANCH)

Once he paid and entered, keeping the book open as he tried to come up with ideas, he made his way to the vendor alley. So many hot women around, wearing all manner of costumes. Just about any fandom one could conceive of was being represented here. He truly had his choice.

He looked over at a nearby booth, noticing a woman cosplaying as someone from Overwatch. Specifically, D.Va in a swimsuit outfit.

He shook his head a bit, amazed that he still hadn't come up with any rules yet. He didn't just want mindless sluts. At least, not yet. He wanted the women to stay in character, while at the same time showing off the bit of resistance their characters would show. There was something hot about an in character, futile show of resistance.

Finally resolved in what he wanted out of this, he opened the book up, took out a pencil from his pocket, and started writing the rules down.

"OLD RULE: Any form of nudity, sex, sexual actions and sexual harassment are to be tolerated by all female cosplayers. Any resistance shown must be minimal to non-existent."

"OLD RULE: All female cosplayers must remain in character when asked to do so, and play out any scenarios that a man outlines for them until he states he is finished."

"OLD RULE: All female cosplayers, whether in or out of character, must be submissive to any man's desires."

"OLD RULE: Any damage to a cosplayer's outfit, including removal, ripping and tearing, or stains from bodily fluids, is the sole responsibility of the cosplayer herself, not of whoever caused it."

He looked up from what he was writing, not immediately noticing any sort of change. He decided to test things out himself, closing the book and placing it in his backpack. He couldn't risk the book falling into anyone's hands.

The Notebook really did make his whims a reality. The lovely cosplayer looked up at him as he approached her, giving him a look as if she knew what was coming. David grabbed her shoulders, turning her around in place and pulling on the string of her bikini top, instantly letting it loose so her bra fell on the floor. The cosplayer gasped and covered her chest with her arms, but when she turned her head to look at him, she had more of a look of annoyance then shame from the exposure.

"What was that for?! Now a bunch of people just saw my tits!"

"So? I don't care." David replied bluntly. "Go into character, D.Va. You're here as a featured guest of the Convention. You're gonna help run the Overwatch Panel where the audience is going to get to decide which female hero is the best cock sucker."

The cosplayer looked annoyed for a quick moment, but she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, accepting that this is what she signed up. She opened her eyes and gave him a confident smile.

"D.Va Online! I'm not going to let anyone else win! Hey, I need to practice sucking on your cock!"