"Do you really have to ask?"

With a few quick snips, the bra fell to the floor. Blair grabbed one of the large nipples. "Wow, so big, and so pale. Those are some goofy titties. You can see why we can't let you cosplay at the same events as us, hmm? You're so low-quality. Ew."

Blair walked partway around Emilia, and suddenly seemed very excited. "Addie, get the camera over here. Get a load of these. Those sailor moon panties must make you feel really edgy, hmm, little piggy? Just like that lip ring."

"Marisa, show Gogo here what CBS does to nerdy little piggies who thing they are edgy."

"Sure thing, Blair!" Mari said, as she grabbed a handful of cotton from the back of the Sailor moon panties and tugged.

All of this had been unbearable for Emilia. It was bad enough for her humiliation to be recorded, let alone the audience it seemed to be drawing. She had been pied, stripped, and now she was getting a wedgie in her Sailor Moon panties right on the con floor! Anyone going by could see her, not to mention the views the video would get if they uploaded it. She'd have to stop them from uploading it. "Owie! Stop!" was all she could manage to say.

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, Mari was pulling so hard she was standing on her tiptoes. "Please, stop pulling up. Let me down."