Try some of the other perks

You wander away from the booth in a bit of a daze. This has been the best day ever and you still have three more days of events and convention ahead of you!

As you meander across the convention floor taking in all of the events and hot women you stumble across one of the VIP lounges that are scattered through the convention hall. Glancing down at your pass you confirm through its shiny golden lettering that you should be able to go into the VIP area. Shrugging you turn and swipe your pass at the lock and it turns green allowing you to push the door open and enter.

The lighting inside is much dimmer than the convention floor and once the door closes behind you it takes a moment for your eyes to fully adjust to the gloom. The noise also cuts down sharply when the door re-locks, the din of the mass of people outside reduced to a quiet murmur. There are some couches spread around the space and a fridge up against one wall next to a counter loaded with snacks. The few people in here give you strange looks when you step forward until they notice your pass held in your hand as you reattach it to your shirt and then realize that yes, despite your shabby clothes, you are supposed to be there.

There is only one girl that looks to be wearing cosplay in here, and her cosplay consists of some gold painted foam pads that you can only assume are glued to her ample body due to there not being any straps holding them on. She is also wearing a gold tiara and some nice lace up leather boots. She has obviously put a lot of work into what little is actually there with the pieces covered in intricate scroll work and little rhinestones.

While she is very hot, you unfortunately still feel a bit tender after that last session. Instead, you go over to the counter and after boggling at all the exotic and expensive looking snacks grab a small bag of maple bacon potato chips and a water out of the fridge. They also had nonalcoholic Chardonnay in there but that didn't really sound like it would pair well with bacon. Also, it's nonalcoholic, what is the point.

Opening the chips, you flop down onto an unoccupied couch and pull out your phone. You snack on your food as you search the web looking for anything about the kind of pass you were given. Nothing comes up anywhere, but you eventually stumble upon the web page for the event you are currently attending to look at their pass tiers and turn up blank there too. No one seems to offer any kind of special use pass, never mind a transferable pass. You are about to close out of it and throw down your phone in frustration when you see a little alert icon next to the cosplay tab. Clicking on it you see a little notification box at the top of the cosplay rules page reminding female cosplayers to take birth control if they didn't wish to risk pregnancy. You hadn't seen this sort of thing on any of the other convention sites; in fact, the rest of the world seems to still be operating under the rules you are used to. A quick check of videos of recent conventions shows nothing out of the ordinary. Finally, you click back to the peculiar notification and notice the time stamp, it was posted exactly when you checked in and got your pass. Everyone seemed to act like this was the way things had always been, though. This mystery just gets weirder with every turn, but there still doesn't seem to be a reason not to indulge in the perks a while longer.

The cosplayer wearing next to nothing moans theatrically and throws herself back into the couch after getting another water, causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly and giving you a good view of the fact that there doesn't appear to be anything holding the pad that covers her crotch in place. You can feel yourself starting to get hard again, and after resisting long enough to check the clock and some quick googling you realize you really shouldn't be recovering this fast. You glance up and the woman has got the bottle nestled between her breasts and is trying to drink from it without using her hands. It looks kind of silly, but damn if it isn't hot! Standing up, you put away your phone and toss the now empty bag and bottle in a nearby bin.

(I have Searcher0595's permission to duplicate his chapters here.)