>>5651368<span class="mu-g">“This is degrading,”</span> says Chigusa Iki, clearly upset, <span class="mu-g">“The little teeth press into my lower lip.”</span>
She wouldn’t appear upset to anyone else, but you’re starting to get the hang of reading Chigusa’s near imperceivable emotions.
<span class="mu-g">“It’s not so bad,”</span> you say, reaching up and adjusting the fluffy cat ears on her head.
This cosplay is darn impressive. You’d say it almost looks real.
That is if cat girls were actually real.
On this Thursday, you’re at Isekai Cosplay.
A place selling hundreds of cosplay costumes for all kinds of fantasies and franchises.
There’s a banner pinned to the wall that says: <span class="mu-g">“Reincarnate into your favourite character here at ISEKAI COSPLAY.”</span>
You pull your attention back to the task at hand.
<span class="mu-g">“I think you look cute,”</span> you say, finishing the adjustment of her cosplay, <span class="mu-g">“The freckles are a nice touch, too.”</span>
Chigusa wrinkles her nose, <span class="mu-g">“The people that are into this disgust me.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Urgh!,”</span> says a nearby man, clutching his chest as he bends forwards.
Chigusa doesn’t know since the deal for the job was made through an intermediary, but the man happens to be the owner of Isekai Cosplay.
You know, the people paying you almost eight thousand dollars to be here.
You hold up your hands defensively, <span class="mu-g">“Ah,”</span> you stammer, your gaze flipping between Chigusa and the man, <span class="mu-g">“I’m sure she didn’t mean it like that…”</span>
Still reeled over, the man raises a shaky hand as he carefully looks up at Chigusa, <span class="mu-g">“It’s okay,”</span> he says, <span class="mu-g">“If I could just hear it…one more time?”</span>
What?
Looking down at the man and with a fresh incentive to do so, Chigusa has no problem repeating herself, <span class="mu-g">“Disgusting.”</span>
The man’s knees almost seem to buckle, but he catches himself, <span class="mu-g">“T-thank you,”</span> he says, scampering off.
Chigusa watches him leave, brow furrowed, <span class="mu-g">“It appears some kind of deviant has snuck in,”</span> she says, <span class="mu-g">“He appeared to be just wandering around. Who was that?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“N-nobody important,”</span> you say, laughing nervously as you lie.
A different man calls out that they’re ready for the photoshoot.
Chigusa takes the stage as the lead photographer shouts instructions at her.
<span class="mu-g">“Can you go like …Nyaa?”</span> says the man, holding his hands angled like the paws of a cat.
<span class="mu-g">“Eh?”</span> replies Chigusa.
Chigusa tries her best.
However, all of your pictures have a kind of pained look like she's dying inside.
<span class="mu-s">Need a LOOKS roll for Chigusa Iki. DC 80.</span>
Roll a 1d100+48.
