Chapter 7
by 
thecoolnametom
Where to next?
Wander a bit and experiment
You meander back out into the event floor, the press of bodies and the flashy booths distracting you for a while and calling for you to empty your wallet. You find that your pass allows you to skip lines for events and certain booths, and you get a lot of complementary merch for being a VIP. However, you do still have to pay for stuff unfortunately, much to your bank balances detriment. The burlap bag, which you thought so massive when you first got it is starting to get full, and heavy. You lean up against a booth with a relieved sigh and set your bag down to look at some of the books they have on sale.
As you lean there a woman in a flowy robe with some kind of crown comes up and starts flipping through the books next to you while muttering to herself. After a moment you get bored of the offerings, but don't feel like lugging the sack of goodies around again so soon. Looking over at this queen you ask, "Sorry to bother you, but uh, would it be alright if I fondled you?" She glances up at you sharply, and you start to frantically try and come up with some reasonable word that sounds similar to fondle. Quandle?
Luckily, before you say something stupid she just shrugs her shoulders, "Sure, but I am gonna keep looking through these."
You give her a relieved smile, but she has already turned back to the books. Tentatively you reach over and slide a hand into the top of her robe and reach down until you are cupping her respectable breasts through what feels like a sports bra.
You feel her up a moment more before you decide to try your luck again. "Could you remove your bra so I can feel them properly?"
The only response you get is an insufferable sigh before she shrugs out of the top of her robe and pulls the purple sports bra she had off and tucks it into her bag. She goes back to flipping through the stuff on the table, her breasts on display for everyone to see. You reach out and cup them in your hands and give them a good squeeze. You get no response from this disrobed queen so you kick it up a notch and start to gently rub the nipples until they stand proud, but still no response is forthcoming. You experiment with the limits of your power and try pinching her nipples gently and pulling and rubbing them, but she still is just patiently pulling out books and making a moderate sized stack of items next to her. You give her breasts one hard pinch and twist and she drops a book and lets out a small grunt of pain before going back to sorting her chosen items. It seems you can really do almost anything to these cosplayers!
Moving behind her you flip up her robe onto her back and get a good look at her curvy butt and black panties. All you get in response to baring her ass is a quick agitated glare out of the corner of her eye and a small grunt of annoyance. You pull down her panties and see that she is not completely as unaffected by your ministrations as she seems. You briefly consider dicking her, but you don't really feel like sticking it into the ice queen here. So instead you slip a finger into her pussy and start to gently massage and loosen her up before you stick a second finger in and start finger banging her. You go for a while, but you get no response aside from the occasional twitch of her pussy. She seems to have finished picking out her books because she waves the booth owner over while still leaning over the table as he starts adding up her purchases.
"Will that be all?" the booth owner asks.
"Yes, That's all the books I w-euhhh—" she breaks off as you stick a third finger in her cunt stretching her out a bit. She clenches her fists and bites her lip for a moment before adjusting to the sensation. She smiles apologetically, "Ya, that's everythi-iiiiii—" You now have most of your hand in her and she collapses to the table, quivering from the mixture of pleasure and pain. She is stretched out a lot and you don't actually want to cause permanent damage so you slowly pull your hand out of her and she shivers from the sensation.
You wipe your hand off on her robe and get up, collect your things and walk away. Looking over your shoulder you see the woman fix her robe and panties and then finish paying as though nothing happened. It seems people treat your requests as they would someone asking for an autograph or running up and stealing a selfie. Is there a time limit on this odd power? What is the actual limit to what people will let you do to them? Does it work on men? Do you really want it to work on men? You look down at the pass still stuck to your lapel but see no answers to these mysteries and just shake your head before continuing on.