Stripped by Corinne and Rachel!

Corinne had a dirty, perverted smile on her face, but the really terrifying one was Saki-chan. In her too-high Widowmaker high-heels, Saki absolutely towered over Marigold, and the ice cold look on her face did nothing to reassure the tormented cosplayer. Throughout this entire exchange, Saki hadn't shown one bit of emotion the entire time... until now. She snapped her fingers over her shoulder. "Rachel," she said, just as calmly as ever. "Help Corinne strip our little lost lamb, won't you?"

Marigold's heart skipped a beat as she looked from Corinne, to Saki, to Rachel. They were really going to go through with it, weren't they? The DD Brigade fully intended to take all of her clothes off. Mari couldn't believe what she had gotten herself into. This wasn't her! She wasn't the sort of girl that got naked in convention hall bathrooms!

Maybe, she thought, I'll get lucky and they'll be nice. Maybe they won't be too mean about it. If Corinne and Rachel stripped her 'professionally,' well, maybe this would just be like one of those airport strip-searches that Marigold always found herself randomly selected for. It would be embarrassing, but maybe it wouldn't be completely mortifying.

As Corinne and Rachel closed in, though, Mari knew what was going to happen. Corinne already had her hands out, groping at the air in anticipation with a crazed look in her eyes. She was hungry. Even Rachel, who had always seemed so sullen and cold to Marigold, looked excited behind her metal Femji faceplate. There was no way that she would be getting out of this situation with her dignity intact, not a chance.

Marigold took another step back into the corner of the stall, but soon Corinne's hands were on her shoulders, holding her far tighter than she would have liked. Rachel spun her around so that her leotard's zipper was within reach, and she slowly pulled down on the zipper until the two halves of the quilted suit started to pull away. Marigold clenched her eyes shut, terrified of meeting Saki's gaze.

The leotard fell down to the floor, and Marigold's hands flew to cover her compression vest. How could her life have come to this? She didn't deserve this, she was a good girl.

Or was she? She was also the girl who had spied on her friends, peeped on their naked bodies. She had fled to the bathroom so she could touch herself without anyone around. And, worst of all, Mari had to admit that those pleasurable feelings had returned somewhat with Corinne and Rachel's hands all over her nearly-naked body. With all that sinning, maybe Marigold really deserved what the DD Brigade had planned for her.

"Oh-ho-ho!" Corinne cackled. "Look what the little lamb was wearing under her leotard!" Her greedy, horrible eyes were staring at Mari's lacy white panties, making her blush even more than before. Corinne slapped Mari on the bum lightly. "Someone must have been trying to get some strange, huh?" she said with her horrible toothy grin. "I like 'em. Very sexy."

"No," Mari said. "I-It's not l-like that, I just l-like them!" She was spluttering now, barely able to string a sentence together.

While Matigold was busy talking to Corinne, she didn't realize that Rachel was still inspecting the thick compression vest that kept her... in check. Once 'Femji' had it figured out, though, she grabbed hold of the Velcro strap keeping the vest attached and ripped it free with one smooth, sickening rrrrip sound.