"Come on, let's go get a bite to eat," Christine coos as you leave the two facialed Final Fantasy cosplayers behind.
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The McDonald's by the convention center is bustling as the usual Saturday traffic is buried beneath a flood of con-goers, some in costume some just standing around in casual clothes but with the lanyards around their neck and bags of games, figures, and art prints that give them all away.
I and Christine slide into line, and I feel like I could probably talk my way to the front of the line and ask right away for the free food, if I really wanted to, but that just feels needlessly exploitative, and there are other, better things to feel like exploiting right now as I look in front of me at a shapely behind in tight pants.
A Christie Monteiro cosplayer stands in front of me, waiting in line by her lonesome.
Still exploitative, but there's nothing needless about how my hands move forward to grab at her perky bottom and begin to fondle it all over.
