The local convention center

No one at the office knew, but one of Roya's biggest peeves was cosplay. All those girls with their outfits showed as much of their skin as they could. Roya didn't need to wear outfits like that to show prove how gorgeous she was. The annual comic book convention was a hotbed of these people, dressed up as Harley Quinn, Wonder Woman, and Black Widow, among others. It was the perfect opportunity for Roya to relieve her sexual tension some more and get some new trophies.

Roya started walking down the street to the convention hall and quickly started getting stares from passing strangers. Dressed as she was, barefoot, essentially in a loincloth, and with panties draped over her neck, this didn't surprise her. Besides, she felt powerful in her new look, so she took it all in stride. She noticed, as she got closer to the convention center, that these looks seemed to subside. People probably assumed she was in a costume.

She passed a few costumed girls on her way through town, their cocky smiles in their sexiness so plainly obvious that she wanted to rip their clothes off right where they stood. But she suppressed herself; she couldn't do it where so many people could catch her.

Finally, she made it to the convention center, the sight of so many cosplayers filling her simultaneously with giddiness and contempt. She now had a choice to make. She could go for the cosplayers first; they would be more satisfying, but it would be harder to get them alone so she wouldn't be caught. On the other hand, she could go for some of the girls at the activity booths; they'd be easy targets, but less likely to have good trophies.