Saki hasn't repaid her debt to cosplay society just yet...

Justice? Fairness? Neither could be satisfied with just a pair of underwear. More than that, Marigold couldn't forgive Saki's sins so easily. She'd abandoned her friends to be photographed by dozens of perverts. She hadn't even tried to help!

Marigold had to take justice into her own hands once again.

...But her hands were full! There was no way Marigold could lug around a bag of underwear, an evil Frisbee and her Caduceus staff if she wanted to properly punish Saki. She'd just have to hide the bag very, very carefully and come back for it later.

As Saki snuck out of the crowd (clutching her enormous bosom to keep herself from jiggling out of her cosplay), Marigold found a tight wedge in the con wall. It was between two booths, perfectly concealed and sized for her bag of unmentionables. She shoved her bag inside, but not before she took out a certain piece of underwear and tucked it inside Mercy's belt. She'd need it for Saki's "forgiveness."

Marigold could hardly keep from laughing as she followed up on the once-proud Kasumi cosplayer. She jumped at the slightest breeze and clutched her skirts to her crotch, terrified someone might be filming her at that very moment and catch a glimpse of something forbidden. After a minute of shuffling, it looked like Saki was trying to get to the cosplay repair station. That wouldn't do at all.

Marigold used all her years' experience blending in with crowds to sneak right behind Saki without being noticed. Saki was taller than her, so when Marigold sneakily reached out with her Caduceus staff, it was the easiest thing in the world to snag her fluttering loincloth skirt.

There was a horriffic ripping noise as the blue strip of cloth separating Saki's legendary butt from every thirsty boy and girl at the con tore away, laying bare the most magnificent ass Marigold had ever seen. Saki's butt was full, firm and begging to be squeezed.

"Wha-ah!" Saki let out a stifled yelp and slapped her hands to her butt. A passing group of girls let out a gasp and started giggling. Saki blushed redder than a tomato.

"What was that?" Mari said, feigning surprise. She lifted her staff high, waving the strip of Saki's cosplay in the air like a flag.

"You... dumb...!" Saki wanted to cry out, but she knew that the more noise she made, the more attention she'd draw to her bare ass. She slammed her backside against the nearest wall, desperately looking around for any cameras that might have caught her split-second exposure. "You tore my skirt!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Marigold lied. She waved her staff in the air. "Is this it?"

"Yes!" Saki fumed. "Now give... it..."

Saki's eyes went wide when she saw Marigold's staff. She didn't just have Saki's skirt. At the top of the staff, waving like a flag, there was a very familiar white thong with bright pink hearts.

A smug smile crawled its way across Marigold's lips.

"Guess what I caught?" Mari said. "I just caught you."