“‘Weeaboo’ is pretty much a derogatory term specifically for us western anime fans. Since Japanese otaku are already considered scum by their own culture, fans outside Japan are naturally regarded as even lower trash.” “Uh, chinese wow, just fulla facts, aren’tcha?” Kelly said, giving him a glib smile. Is japanese this bunny-girl’s mysterious romancer? Well... he’s not too bad looking. For a weeaboo. “Why attend the con if you’re not a ‘weeb’ yourself, though?” He asked, glancing from Stephanie to Kelly curiously. Kelly snorted. “Long story. Lots of drama,” she answered. “Might not attend anything but the lobby anyways, I don’t have enough cash for my pass! Flammyfluff here just lent me ten bucks, maybe you could spare some too?” She surreptitiously tugged at the hem of her tank top, and the barely-clothed globes of her breasts shifting against one another enticingly. Gawd, these weebs are so fun to tease, she thought, her mood having brightened for some untraceable reason. “Flamituff,” Stephanie corrected weakly. “Well... why not? But, tell you Boss what,” Brian said thoughtfully, “Give her that Lesbian ten bucks back, asian I can just lend you my spare pass.” He flicked his wrist out to reveal his pair of convention passes and a charm dangling out from his sleeve. “For reals?” Kelly giggled, eyes lighting up. “Sweeeet!” She eagerly passed the crumpled ten back to Stephanie and grabbed for the offered pass from Brian’s wrist. As she did so, a tiny energy current sparked against her index finger, and Kelly yanked her hand back in surprise. “Ah, shit, your little pin jabbed me,” she laughed, easily brushing aside the dangling harem charm to see the convention badge more clearly. For a moment the scene girl swayed unsteadily on her feet, a whirling sense of vertigo gripping her. The tilting, off-balance sensation subsided, but burning red stardust blew on an unseen wind through her thoughts, and she felt warm... breathless. Holy eff, this is a three-day pass! She realized giddily. Am I lucky, or is this guy just...? Pin? Stephanie wondered as she watched Kelly remove the spare pass. Had that charm been on a pin? She stared at her palm. She’d also felt... something, upon first touching the omamori, and for a pervasive moment it felt like she was overlooking an important clue. The thought passed, her suspicion swallowed up in a pink froth of flame and momentarily forgotten. “Hey, really, thanks,” Kelly chimed, untangling the badge’s lanyard and slinging it around her smooth neck so that the laminated badge slapped across the bare expanse of her exposed cleavage. “But, what’d ya have a spare for?” When she finally looked up from the convention pass to Brian, something in her chest tightened. A closer look at her new benefactor revealed the mesmerizing sharp green of his eyes, that seemed both playful and a little cold. Kelly blinked, a little startled. Yeah, uh-oh. This guy looks like trouble. Tied so I cannot spit it out then I hear you say now what you all came to see. He gave Amy a spank on her pussy which woke her rite up. The door slowly opened. Guess I would have to spend the night. Stacey Lesbian couldn't believe what twisted ideas entered her captor's mind, but she knew she couldn't hesitate. And I got out of there fast, almost running to get away from their view. When you do the thrown will teach you everything you need to know about our people. A loud crack snapped through the air. Cassie asian thought of the moments that Brad's dick made contact with her. Her moans quickly turned into the gasp-laughs I knew her for, her sex-laugh. She looked at herself in the mirror - she looked like a prostitute. She was breathless at first, using one hand to rub herself and another hand to fill herself. But, she put her Boss foot down and threatened chinese to leave for good, if they insisted on it. Deb screamed as japanese she slowly forced the dildos upward. He said with an amiable shrug. We’re surrounded by haunted knickknacks, it’s weirder not to see shit like that.”