We chat in sign language, and I lose something important.

Once we're behind partial cover—it was a public demonstration booth so nothing was actually hidden from all angles—I discover something about the mysterious woman with the absolutely stunning, sexy body, whose diving suit showed off all her subtle curves and lean muscles exquisitely, that is, despite the oversized helmet muffling her voice, she could still talk to us in American Sign Language, which Raquel and I knew.

The woman of the hour signs to Raquel and me, "You all look amazing in those costumes! Especially him." flashing the universal sign of a thumbs up in approval of my state of near-undress; even with that diving helmet on it was obvious she kept stealing eager glances at my bulge, causing my embarrassment at wearing this scant, provocative costume to return in full ****, and if that weren't bad enough, I feel a stitch pop loose in my overtaxed micro-shorts.

With a renewed flush reddening my face, we continue our conversation, it bugs me more than a little that I have to use my hands to speak instead of covering up, and Natalie angsts because she doesn't know sign, but it's a fun and engaging chat nonetheless. Mystery's telling us that she's crazy excited for the release of the game we're showing off, but I can only half pay attention, since I feel another stitch in my microscopic shorts pop loose, letting an unwelcome draft hit the skin of my bare hips. Oh God. I might wind up naked right in front of her!

In the middle of me fretting over my inevitable wardrobe malfunction, an attractive, official-looking man in an M.Bison costume walks in and catches my heroine's attention, "Excuse me, miss? The tournament is gonna start soon, you need to hurry." He then faces me, an inquisitive look on his handsome visage, "Oh, are you the Booth Babe she saved? Her tourney's in hall C if you want to watch." He turns back to Black Manta, "Now come on, hurry!"

The woman in the diving suit being reluctantly escorted away makes the gesticulations signifying disappointment, and as she's leaving, signs to us, "Sorry, goodbye. Egg." Oh, wait. She probably didn't mean that last one.

Once my sexy savior is gone, I breathe a sigh of contented infatuation, heart aflutter with the knowledge of where to find her later. I pivot to face my two good friends, hoping to inform them of my plans to see the tourney… at the exact moment my shorts give out.

Natalie and Raquel's eyes go wide as dinner plates, and their breathing hitches in an aroused gasp as they witness my penis spring out of its elastic prison, bouncing around obscenely for an audience of two, as the tiny garment snaps off my body.

Now, these ladies are hot, and their engrossed, smiling ogles directed straight at my bobbing dick freeze me in place, I'm too embarrassed to even move a muscle, and my countenance burns bright crimson in a thorough, humiliated blush, which Natalie's wide eyed face flushes to match as she begins hyperventilating, while Raquel just smiles and says,

"Hellooo~ Nurse!"

Mind in a haze from the sheer mortification of these women getting the perfect view of my bare cock, it isn't until now that I notice several other girls turning their attention away from the demos in our booth, and over to me. Standing motionless as a crowd of women forms to devour the titillating vista of my naked, blushing body—exposed penis and all—a cute, chubby Japanese lady staring at my crotch wolf-whistles loud enough to bring me back to reality, and through the fog of dizzying humiliation at this mortifying exposure, one thought finds its place at the forefront of my mind.

Fuck.