Emily is under arrest!

Emily had barely sat up when she had two security guards on either side of her, blocking her escape. The cop had come with them too and he had taken out his handcuffs. Every one of them was shining a flashlight in her eyes, and she couldn't see anything at all. Emily waved her hands in front of her face, as if to brush the light away, and the men drew closer.

"You are under arrest for public indecency," the cop said, coming up behind her.

"What?" Emily gasped. She tried to cover her chest with her arm, but the police officer grabbed her by the wrist and pulled it behind her back. He locked her wrists together in a pair of handcuffs and hauled her to her feet, reading her her Miranda rights as he led her back into the dressing room. "But I wasn't even supposed to be here!" Emily said. "I didn't start anything!"

"Sure, honey," the cop said dismissively. He wasn't even looking her in the eye! What nerve did this guy have? Why did he get to judge her? Well, sure, he was a cop, but it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. Why weren't they going after the Nightwing cosplayer? He was the one that had started this whole mess!

"I didn't do anything wrong!" Emily insisted. "Why aren't you listening to me?"

"You were having sex on stage," one of the convention security guys said. He seemed to be the only one that wasn't ogling her naked body. Only a few minutes ago that would have probably pissed her off, but now she resented the way that the others were looking at her. Why did they get to check her out while they let a cop take her away in hand cuffs? And not even the kinky kind!

"Quiet down, hussy," the cop said. "We're heading to the squad car." He started leading her out of the hall without even covering her up. She could hear the sounds of all the audience members outside complaining to convention security that their show had been ruined.