"Look at that ' Leia' over there."

Marisa said, "Doesn't she know that there's waaaaaay too much of her for that skimpy costume?" "Star Wars," Addie nodded, "so passe."

"That's the kind of ugly slut that ruins the fandom for good cosplayers like us. Let's go." Blair smiled, making sure everything was in place before grabbing her microphone and heading over to the booth where 'Leia' was shopping.

"Excuse me miss, that's, uh, quite a costume. Would you mind doing an interview for CBS?"

A number of microexpressions crossed over the face of Daphne Walters. First confused, then apprehensive, and finally, a hint of pride. "Why, certainly, let's just step over to the wall, out of the crowds."

Marisa smiled. She had identified the target, and it was going smoothly. She was playing her role admirably, and her friends would certainly see it fit to overlook her earlier tardiness.

Blair held out the microphone, "So, tell me about your costume..." "Well, I've always loved Star Wars. It's so archetypal, like a Joseph Campbell book, you know? And I've always thought that the princess is the avatar of the eternal feminine."

Blair rolled her eyes, "Indeed. So why did you pick her outfit as a sex ****?"

Daphne gave Blair a suspicious look, pausing a few moments too long on the question. "Because it's, ah...sexy."

"A very astute observation," Blair snarked. Marisa couldn't hold in a giggle, and Daphne looked at her.