She believes what you said to be true

"Yeah, it's a tight fit," she says, holding up the bra. Her boobs slide into the cups easily as she holds it to her chest. "See?" she asks, and you can see that she easily fits into the bra, which makes sense, after all.

"Wow," you say in response. "And how long have you had three tits? You don't see many girls with three tits, let along anyone else who would flaunt it like you do."

"Since I was born," she says, matter-of-factly. "I know it's not common, but my mom always told me that I was special." She lifts her two tits and looks in the air next to them at a third tit that you obviously can't see.

This is just plain weird, now. You flag a person passing by. "Um, sir," you ask him. "Just a quick question to help with my interview here, but what's your opinion on this girl's appearance?"

The man looks over and you can see his eyes dwelling on her pussy, but also her exposed chest. It seems that you're not completely invisible, but somehow just unremarkable. "She's hot, no question. I've never seen a girl naked at a con before, but I've also never seen a girl with three big tits like that, either." He nods in respect to her, and she blushes.

"Thank you," you say and he heads off into the crowds again.

"Not to be a bother, but I need to hurry if I'm going to make it to the next panel I want to attend," she says, still making no move to replace her clothing.

You're staring at the microphone in your hand, overwhelmed with the gravity of what you're holding. A part of your mind says that it's obviously not a cheap mic and you should turn it in to the lost and found. The rest of your mind tells that part to shut the hell up, and you know you've decided to hold onto it.

She decides your silence means she's free to go. "Cool, that was fun, thanks! Hopefully we see each other around today or at the rest of the con." She picks up her leggings and panties from the floor and drapes them over her arm with her jacket, then proceeds to walk off into the crowds still fully nude, only her head and hands revealing that she's cosplaying.

Which doesn't matter, apparently, as you hear another girl yell, "Hey, I love your naked Poison Ivy costume!" at her and the cosplayer's happy thanks in reply.

What the hell should you do now, you wonder? Your company sent you to the con to do interviews, and suddenly you never want to do anything other than interviews ever again. You still have your all-access pass, so what will you do next? Who will you talk to? And, perhaps more importantly, what will you say?