Terri arrives in the bathroom.

The voice that Mari heard had to belong to her friend Terri. The woman's voice was unmistakeable, and even here in the bathroom, she was still using Lena Oxton's Cockney accent. Normally Marigold would be wowed by Terri's attention to detail, but right now she was just mortified that her friend had heard her.

She didn't know what to do. She had frozen in place with her fingers curled between her lips, and her hand over her mouth. Terri had recognized her somehow, so she couldn't just sit here without responding. She had acted strangely enough today already. Her mind was going at a mile a minute, trying to think of something to get her out of this situation without exposing herself. Well, without exposing herself more.

"Yup!" she yelped, loud enough to be heard over the top of the bathroom stall. "I'm just feeling a little bit out of it, you know. Taking a breather."

"Oh, I'm sorry, love," Terri said. "I have to admit, I'm feeling a little out of it myself. Do you mind if I come sit in with you for a bit? Just to cool off?"

Suddenly Mari felt the opposite of 'cool'. She remembered the tight yellow underclothes that Terri was wearing, as well as the tiny breasts she had underneath, and suddenly all Marigold wanted was for Terri to leave her alone so she could continue with her indecent self-indulgence. But while she had been very 'bad' today, that didn't mean she was going to turn 'mean'. Terri was her friend. She wouldn't turn her away just because she wanted to... to touch herself.

"Sure!" Marigold said, pretending to feel confident. Then she remembered her state of undress. She could hear Terri walking toward the bathroom stall. "Wait!" she said. "Just a second!" She scrambled to at least throw on the black bodysuit, a last-second scramble to preserve what was left of her dignity and her integrity. "Okay, you can come in now," she said. Her pretensions to confidence had gone right out the window.

Terri pushed her way into the stall, closing the door and locking it behind her. She looked all around the little space, at Mari's discarded armor and staff on the floor. For a second Marigold would have sworn that Terri had even checked her out, too. "How ya doin', love?" she asked in her Cockney accent.

"I'm alright, I promise!" Mari insisted with a weak smile. She hoped that Terri concluded that she was coming down with Con Plague, when really she was just feeling shaking from the sensation only moments ago of her own hand between her legs. She still couldn't believe what her own self had been up to in this stall, and she hoped that Terri wrote off the smell of sex in the air as just the normal convention sweat.

Then Marigold's heart felt like it was dropping out of her chest as she saw Terri's eyes settle on the X-ray glasses, sitting on top of her costume outerwear in the corner of the bathroom stall. "Where'd you get those?" Terri-as-Tracer asked. "They're really cool."

Marigold's heart shuddered. "When Kiki and I were walking around there was a booth that gave them out to us," she said. "Just a gift for some cosplayers, you know?"

Terri laughed. "I wish," she said. "Actually, I got some great swag, too. But those are really cool."

Every second that the two women spent talking about the glasses was another second that Marigold felt like she was going to have a heart attack. She could barely stand, and her palms were slick with sweat. She had to move the conversation to something else as soon as she possibly could, or else risk exposing her dirty little secret. She had no idea what she would do with herself if the others learned that she had been playing Peeping Tom on them without asking.