"It's a prize," Blair said,

"A prize for whoever we think gives our best interview. But don't worry about that right now. Instead, let's talk about your cosplay. Is that plastic? Tell me, how did you make this?" "Well," Daphne said, "most of it, I bought. I mean I had to modify it a little." "Mmmm-hmmm," Blair nodded, "I can see that. This store-bought costume wasn't exactly made for someone plus-sized."

Daphne shot her an angry expression. "You have a lot of nerve!" "So do you, if you think you can pull off that skimpy costume. Greetings from the Cosplay Beauty Society."

On cue, Marisa smashed a pie in Daphne's face. It hit with a splat sound and dripped down from her face and splatted on her breasts, dripping a bit onto her soft belly. "Mmmm, Banana Cream, good one!" Blair said, for the camera. Daphne started to wipe her eyes, "Why you absolute bitches!" "Next stage!" Blair called out, and Marissa grabbed the girl's arms, and restrained her.