Splitting up.

After a while Becky was getting ready to move on and explore, While Grace was enjoying her moment in the spotlight too much to go yet. She felt energized.

Her shyness and unease was passing with every compliment and new person asking to take her photo.

Agreeing to meet back up at the cocktail party outlook on the top floor at noon. The two friends prepared to go their sepererate ways for the next couple hours.

As Becky went off to find merchants row.

Grace began looking for a place to relieve the frustration her front plate was producing with every step she took.

She began to make her way over to the restroom on the second floor, stopping every few yards to pose for/with someone. And if they looked like they had a nice enough camera to make it worth her while, she would bend over and retrieve another of her social media info cards. It was about the 12th time she did this, getting braver with every gasp she heard when the people behind her got a view of her rear end, if they were cute she'd even give a little booty wiggle. she was always careful to make sure to tuck the front panel between her legs when she did this; to avoid anyone getting a private show from the side. She was nearly to the restroom when she did the manuever just like she had many times before. but as she pulled out the card her red satin panties came tumbling halfway out as well, quickly tucking them back in and reaching out with her hand while in a half squat. Handing the card to a man in a Clark Kent Cosplay (complete with reporters camera and half open button up showing the iconic "S") she zipped up the pouch only to have it hang up about 2/3rds of the way closed. She glanced back down to see the red satin peaking out the closed portion of the zipper.

Grace blushing began to make her way to the restroom at a full trot. Causing her skirt to flap and dance in movement as the full profile of her round ass bounced in and out of view.