Someone else enters.

Marcy continues to gaze at her reflection in the mirror, trying to build up enough courage to follow through with Sindel’s advice. The skirt was absolutely indecent and flashing the gash had to be her top priority. Heading towards the door, she reached for the handle but the door swung open with such force that Marcy was knocked backwards hard. As she fell, her skirt flipped upwards, causing her to land on her bare butt with her legs splayed out.

“Fuckin’ pricks! The whole lot of them!” a woman shouted, stepping inside.

“It’s over now. Security escorted them out. Calm down,” her mousy companion, in a pair of blue jeans and an orange turtleneck sweater said, following her in.

If it were a cartoon, Marcy would have planets and stars spinning around her head. She was aware that she had been knocked backwards and had heard the dialog from them as they entered but was barely able to comprehend it.

“Um, that’s interesting,” the mousy woman said, glancing over at Marcy.

“Wow. Nice pussy. Is there a reason you are sitting there like that?” the woman asked.

“Wha.. what… what?” Marcy mumbled.

The woman turned to her companion and raised an eyebrow. The mousy woman sighed, looked at Marcy and then back to the door and a look of realization came across her face.

“I believe I understand what happened. From her position relative to the door, it looks like she was on her way out of the bathroom when you kicked the door in your bout of rage. The force of the door sent her flying backwards and while her body went down, her lighter than a feather skirt fluttered upwards, thus exposing her,” the mousy woman explained.

“Well, fuck me in the ass. Okay, I guess this is my fault,” the woman said before leaning over and offering her hand. “Let me help you up.”

Regaining her witts, Marcy accepted the woman’s help and felt herself being pulled up. For the first time, she was able to get a good look at the woman. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a pink leather jacket. Her auburn hair was tied in a ponytail and she had had a prop handgun in a holster at her waist.

She couldn’t help but smile. This woman was dressed up as Claire Redfield from the Resident Evil franchise. Marcy, herself, had nearly dressed up as Claire but decided, rather stupidly, at the last minute to dress as Juliet Starling. If she HAD dressed as Claire, she wouldn’t be exposing herself right now.

“The name is Jessica Swit. I’m dressed as Claire Redfield. This is Billi Smith. She is my handler. With all due respect, why are you wearing such a slutty costume with no underwear? And what is with the severed head on your hip?” Claire asked.

“Jess, this woman is dressed as Juliet Starling from an inferior zombie franchise called Lolipop Chainsaw. Only one game. The premise is a bimbo cheerleader, raised by a family of zombie hunters, goes to school to find that her boyfriend is infected. She decapitates him and preserves his head which she keeps on her belt. From what I’ve seen so far, there are very few differences between this woman and the character she plays, except for one glaring difference. The character wears panties,” Billi explained.

“Ah, I see. And the reason that you are not wearing any panties?” Claire asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I ran into a little fan trouble. This stupid bitch took my panties from me while I was posing with her brother,” Marcy said.

“Hm, that is a very strange coincidence, isn’t it?” When we were coming in here, didn’t we see your brother and sister roaming around, Billi? Wasn’t he waving around a pair of panties as a trophy?” Claire asked.

The color drained out of Marcy’s face as she realized she had just insulted Billi’s sister. She could see the look of anger on Billi’s face and decided now would be a good time to get back to cosplaying as Juliet. She quickly grabs the door and pulls it open.