Whatever. Go with it.

She was safe on stage, and more than that, she was actively being praised for a Cosplay. This WAS what she enjoyed. She wanted, though, a little more control in the matter, but why stop a good thing? People were interested in her efforts, and she definitely had a very battle damaged costume now. Of course, the spear wasn't her's... If someone tagged her in a picture she could make sure to give proper credit.

She posed with the spear. She held it forward, propped it up, even swung it once or twice. She spread her legs slightly to have a more normal stance. The thinning loincloths exposed much of both her legs, and the very edges of her cheeks. She did not notice. She did not notice the swings caused her braless chest to bounce under the strain of the spandex. It did not expose anything, no, but each time she did the sides of the spandex worked harder to contain her.

With a few last pictures she exited the stage. People cheered behind her. She sighed when she was behind the curtain again. That did feel good, spontaneous as it was. She remembered something. She felt behind her back and went down to where she would feel the pleather belt. It was low - low enough to show both back dimples. She gritted her teeth. Low enough for the very edge of her crack to show. Maybe. It depended on how she was walking, probably. How far her legs were apart. It was fine. Surely it was fine.

She felt the spear ripped from her hand. She saw Mononoke again, angry holding the prop.

"I'm really sorry." Page started, but Mononoke went off.

"How DARE you. You break my kodama, then you steal my spear, then you get all these people to cheer you on from my spear?"

"I'll credit you- I didn't me-"

Mononoke pushed Page. Page fell against the ground on her butt, using one hand to hold down the loincloth in front of herself. The ground was cold. Very cold. She looked and saw she had skidded a few inches. The sleeves she had fashioned into her back loincloth were not attached to the pleather belt any longer. Before Page could react, still guarding her privates, Mononoke snatched the spandex up.

"See how you like YOUR cosplay taken." Mononoke walked out the side door they came in.

Page looked around. Most everyone else backstage was by the side where the person with the clipboard was. Some looked over at the drama, but otherwise they were waiting with bated breath. Announcements were happening. Winners. Page slowly stood, feeling her behind. It was bare. She had the large loose belt as always, and the thin pleather belt that sat yet lower than before. She looked behind her. No one was there. She checked her top. Still there. Her front. There. But her back. It was bare.

Page's name was announced. Third place.