A Wolf Among Sheep

A modern day masquerade, hundreds of strangers dressed to the nines, hidden behind their favorite characters in media. The convention center was a large affair, more than the small circuits she had made back home. It likely had something to do with the manga, which took up a massive amount of real estate compared to where she had hosted her panel little less than a half hour ago.

The support for Full Moon Rising was unlike anything she had seen back in the States even at the height of its popularity. The Japanese loved it, loved her… it felt good to be admired to such a degree and justified a lot of her frustrations on being turned away from other acting roles. That was fine though. There had been some rumblings about her movie series getting it's rights negotiated for by another company after it had been left to stagnant.

Slipping through the crowds she eyed her phone, waving a hand over the surface of it to light the screen up. No calls. She had been hounding her agent about the rumors. If they were going to make a new movie she wanted back in on the ground floor before they even though to recast her. If anything had sparked interest in the project it had to have been the buzz she caused here in Japan even despite her less than remarkable record in the ring.

With a sigh she tucked the phone away again, giving a small smile to passerbys. She had come to the event dressed as her character, made up professionally to highlight her natural beauty. She wasn't stopped very often after leaving the panel and signing, most people double taking as she strolled past or being too polite to actually ask for her time. She liked that. If they were back in the States everyone would have been grabbing at her, looking to just touch her or trying to snatch a small bauble off her gear to sell on eBay.

She had needed this, desperately.

A day to just feel important again to boost her bruised ego after tasting defeat in the ring twice already. Lucia combed her fingers through her hair, coming to a stop in a small clearing of people. She turned slowly on her heel, looking out over the crowds to pick out a few really good costumes she was familiar with. The vast number of unknowns to her made he want to brush up on some more anime or manga just so she could tap into the need culture here a bit more so she wasn't so out of touch.

Anime Japan 2019:

*...Tap...Tap...Tap...*

Amidst the cacophonous mishmash of jumbled sounds that came with a bustling environment akin to Grand Central Station during rush hour, the faint tapping of Paige's marker pecking at her autograph table was overshadowed by the more booming commotion surrounding her. Much like she herself was being overshadowed by her far more popular costars manning their own separate tables beside her own. The main difference being that their tables had lines of eager, sometimes costumed, fans already digging money out of their wallets and getting their phones ready to take pictures with the more mainstream actors and actresses. Paige herself did have a modest turnout at the beginning of the day, so at the very least she more than covered her expenses...but she still couldn't help but have sour grapes at the tumbleweed rolling by her autograph booth. The fact that she was but a villainous lackey on the show who was summarily thrown into the dark dimension after only two seasons meant that she was considered old hat, to the newer...younger...female villains on the show.

The contractually obligated occasion having Paige decked out in her alluring dominatrix costume with her head propped up against her balled fist pressing against her cheek. Not that hope wasn't on the horizon for her waning acting career. Thanks in large part due to her recent wrestling career with matches that had not just been seductively salacious, but at times grand spectacles of the thespian art. Offers had come in for more bit parts on Japanese soap operas and car commercials...but she declined each and every one at the behest of her agent, Jerry. Who promised that with a few days time, he could land her something far bigger, like a starring hole in own action/drama police show where she teams up with a cybernetically enhanced dog partner. Paige crossed her fingers on that one since it was the best possible pitch she could ask for. And it would be something to justifiably rub in the face of the actress who replaced her...now smiling while taking a picture with a fan...unaware of the evil eye Paige was directing straight at-

"Hm?"

Paige perked up from noticing someone walk in the distance...she recognized those haunting golden eyes anywhere. As well as that unmistakable aura of undaunted strength and boundless confidence that allowed her to command any room she walked into. A starry glisten lit up the eyes on her beaming face as Paige wasted little time in putting her "Be Back In 30 Minutes Sign" on her table before skipping away from her table. She never lost sight of her target as she masterfully bobbed and weaved around cosplayers and people hauling huge bags of swag. This was hardly Paige's first time skillfully maneuvering through crowded convention halls, and she proved it by catching up to her prey in remarkable time. She tip-toed from behind with a hunched over stance and a diabolical smile, arms at the ready until her enthusiasm overcame her with a pouncing glomp from behind upon her target. It was a loving embrace that had Paige's shapely breasts caressing her prey's back, as well as a tender cheek to cheek nuzzle from behind~...

"Now THERE'S my wittie bittie wolfie!!!!~....You came all this way just to surprise me, didn't you? Ah~...that is soooo thoughtful of you~~...."

Under the noise of the crowd Paige crept through the masses, coming upon an unsuspecting Lucia appreciating how much effort had gone into the guy or girl walking around in a Gundam suit that wasn't just a bunch of colored cardboard boxes. She even had brought her phone up to take a picture when suddenly something hit her from behind.

The lone wolf took a bracing step forward to Accord for the sudden weight on her back, feeling something soft and warm press into her while her entire body was squeezed tight. She had her fair share of overly attached fans who would hug her out of the blue while she wasn't expecting it and it was always something she had rebuffed. She would let it slide for now, maybe let them off easy without calling security…

Then they nuzzled up against her. What in the… that voice? Oh god.

“Paige?” She already know who it was, she just didn't want to admit it to herself. That voice that cut through her like a heated knife. Her face had reddened almost immediately at both the awkward embarrassment at the moment and the sudden close affections being given to her regardless of how much she claimed to hate the woman. She flexed her arms, trying to one one of them free from the loving death grip of her rival as she struggled to remain upright.

“Not your… whatever you just called me.” She grumbled in protest, finding a semblance of balance for the two of them. She had been avoiding Bethany like the plague. Changing her days at the gym after spotting her through the window once, weaving between cars in the parking lots, even on more than one occasion ducking into a bathroom stall in the locker room. It wasn't terribly hard to hide from her, the woman practically announced her presence wherever she went.

Lucia hadn't wanted to deal with the fallout of their last match. She just couldn't take the idea of Paige lording that win over her after the two had exchanged all that trash talk on camera. It had been a humiliating loss, dispatched as she was. She thought about it often .. though the reasons why tended to vary on her mood, still conflicted by the whole ordeal.

The answer was to avoid ever addressing it and try to move on… but she couldn't. Every match since that one she found herself drawn back to relive it in pieces. If she never saw Paige it would never come up again. So much for that.

“I… didn't expect to see you here.” She admitted freely, regretting not requesting to see other talents who were planning on being at the convention center. “Was here for a panel and signing… pure coincidence... Small world. Funny, right?” She snickered the last bit, attempting to gently pry Bethany's arms off her and let the woman down so she could at least keep an eye on her.

Lucia need not feel ashamed from being caught unawares and pounced upon by the unexpectedly stealthy Mistress. Swiftly bobbing and weaving through cramped convention hallways was a finely honed technique she had mastered in nimble footwork and recognizing an opening when you saw one. Although her cat-like agility managed to have her ensnare her wolfen cuddle buddy this day, her agility sadly did not transition into the wrestling ring despite her prolonged cardio workout exercises at the gym. Otherwise she would be in contention for the main AFW title belt given the breakneck speed with which she could advance upon her adversary's and have them kissing her feet in record time. Still, today those sneaking talents netted her an even more scrumptious prize, with any attempts on Lucia's part to wiggle her way free only meaning more loving cuddling from the smitten Mistress smiling jubilantly...

"...*giggle*...you don't need to lie and act all tough. I'm just so flattered you came all the way out here just to surprise lil ol me. Still, you're a tough girl to get in contact with, you now that? Why, I've sent e-mails...I've left messages with your agent, your publicist, even your hair stylist..." Paige curiously listed off all of the ways in which she tried to get in contact with Lucia, peering her eyes upward as if searching through her memory banks before returning her attention towards nuzzling Lucia's cheek. She was far too intoxicated with being in such close vicinity with her beloved wolfie once again to list any more. The intoxicating scent of her high-end perfume and natural musk did wonders for reminding her of that one sensuous night in the ring~...Paige purring against the side of Lucia's lips before abruptly relinquishing her grip to spin the wolfen actress to face her, smirking deviously as her hands now hugged her from behind. Within that tattered trenchcoat of hers.

"Why...if I didn't know any better...I'd think you were trying to avoid being reacquainted with yours truly. But that can't be the case~...not when we had so much fun last time...You remember, right? That night when the proud, rebellious lone-wolf was reduced to a wittle frou-frou puppy~..." Paige uttering that last part with an infantile baby talk inflection before whispering normally..."...who wound up on all fours, obediently cowering at her mistress feet at the slightest flick of her whip~...I would be willing to renact that exact same scenario tonight if you like~..." Paige tenderly uttered as her face drifted closer to Lucia's, mashing their breasts together as her hands roamed within Lucia's trenchcoat. One of her hands roaming up her back, with the other hand trailing down to the smooth contours of Lucy's butt to start caressing and squeezing her rump in a possessive manner. So far this tantalizing embrace was not gathering much attention given their specific position next to a steel support beam with everyone drawn to the Gundam cosplayer posing for pictures. Giving Lucia a bizarre decision. Either remain being docile and let Paige continue her villainous mind controlling...or fight back and incur the wrath of anime nerds spinning around with their camera phones already out...

It was true, Lucia was a hard woman to reach but that was by design and not just for Paige. It was a negotiation tactic if anything else, pretending the actress was in high demand by clamming to have a booked schedule and high asking rate. She didn't want to give away how desperate for work she actually was. That was an invitation for not only rejection but cut rates from some producer lowballing her asking rate.

Paige though, had been a special case. “Unreachable” was the name of the game. She told her contacts to let the Mistress know they had no possible way of getting in contact on the spot and would have to get back to her later. She paid them well enough and both her agent and publicist were in the game long enough to understand how to give people the run around until judgement day.

Still her publicist had insisted she make contact. Said the buzz around their “act” had given the two of them a lot of exposure. She had cringed at his choice of words. It was telling that even after she had been training for AFW, he still thought that wrestling was all some elaborate show and not actual competition. She hadn't planned to be humiliated like that in the ring, even if it got people talking about here again. Absurd.

The lone wolf tried to lean her watch away, as Paige continued to nuzzle up against her. Her features scrunched up in protest like a little child having her cheeks pinched by an overly rough aunt, trying to be free from this moment. Her efforts to pry Paige off of her had begun to ramp, tugging harder the longer she had been trapped.

Before she could break herself free, Paige had released her all on her own, given the actress a dizzying twirl that left the unsuspecting lone wolf off balance enough to be pulled into a fresh embrace. Her gaze was steel, lips pursed in a show of displeasure as Paige rambled on. Her brow furrowed, creasing becoming more defined at the insulting baby talk.

The images being painted in her mind, remembering that night and having it offered to her again caused her cheeks to redden. She was trying hard to maintain her angry glare and stoic indifference though part of her was tempted to take the invitation… far away from the cameras and people gawking, just the two of them alone in a room with nobody to judge her… what would Paige do with her if they shared a night together alone without boundaries?

Lucia let out a sudden yelp of surprise, as her captor gave her backside a squeeze. She tensed up, her cheeks firm and powerful in the moment as Paige roamed over them with impunity. The lone wolf had clapped a hand over her own mouth to silence her sudden cry as to not draw attention. Could they see this? She wasn't sure.

“Been busy…” She murmured softly, glancing back over her shoulder in an attempt to pull her attention elsewhere for personal escape as well as confirmation this wasn't being observed. The corner of her eye twitched, fighting back the urge to punch Paige right in her smug face while squirming in their embrace.

She couldn't stay like this, not in the open, not where she could risk embarrassing herself yet again by giving in to the whims of this other woman. She had to take back some control… show that she wasn't just going to lay down and take this. With a twist, she slipped her arm between the two of them, slowly trying to forcing them apart without causing too much of a scene.

“Sheesh, buy me dinner first why don't you.” She snorted softly, adapting a air of cool indifference to the situation. Acting at work. As far as she could tell, Paige thrived on getting reactions so she was going to do everything within her power to deny her that to keep some manner of foothold here between them.

“Why on Earth would I avoid you?” Lucia could think of a dozen, still, she did her best to sound slightly offended. She turned her head to flick a few raven strands away from her face. “Over some fluke victory you got when I wasn't ready? As if. Besides, I was still in training at the time. Don't think too much into it, Bethany.” It was best to refer to her by her real name, as far as she could get from her ring name and persona the better.

“Don't let me take you away from your adoring fans.” A bit of flattery just to keep her invested…

“We can always catch up later when you finish.” Her golden eyes drifted from Paige, scanning over the crowd for the nearest emergency exit to slip out.

“I'd love to hear what you've been up to.” She needed to get freeeeeeeee!

Forgive Mistress Paige if she was being a tad...forceful, in her approach. But after having been so callously separated from her beloved wolfie for what felt like an eternity, which was in reality just a few months, the star-struck domme was aggressively intent on making up for lost time. So many lonely nights were spent falling asleep in her freshly drawn bubble bath with bottles of wine and candles strewn about, or curling up with whatever cheesy romance novel caught her fancy at the time...when she would have much rather been curling up with the sultry wolfen celebrity whose rebellious heart and voluptuous body she had only begun to enrapture before the rules of the match made their time together oh so heart-breakingly short~...poor Mistress having only begun to explore the depths of her depravity and her encyclopedic knowledge of sensuous domination techniques, too.

Well not this time~...for fortune had smiled upon her once more by reuniting the domme with her beloved, and whether it was by Lucia's intentions or not, it really didn't matter in the long run. She but needed one more chance to further entangle the wolfen hero in her villainous, webllike constriction to make Lucia never want to be apart from her Mistress ever again. Paige knew she was already making major headway in mesmerizing Lucia by noticing the rosy hue on her cheeks and the wavering glint to her golden iris' once she started going into further salacious detail about what awaited the lone wolf should the fly follow the spider into her parlor. Paige's debaucherous intentions painted on her scheming face with her devious smirk and half-lidded sapphire eyes as their breasts mushroomed together. Nothing on this earth could pry Paige loose from dear Lucia...that is until she abruptly separated herself from the wolfen lady. Paige backpedaling a step or two with something Lucia said clearly having rattled the domme. Her eyes becoming cartoonishly watery with her hands clasped together as she started blubbering out her words.

"...Y-Y-Y-Y-You...You called me by...*SNIFF*SNIFF*SNIFF*...You called me by...my first name..." Paige muttered out in between  choking back the lump in her throat and fighting back the waterworks. A glistening sparkle to her eyes before she elatedly leaped into the air and squealed in absolute delight before once again running into her wolfens arms. "HEHEHEHE!!! Why it's almost like were a real, genuine couple now!!! That was such a monumental step forward for the both of us~...Ah, you've made me the happiest woman alive~..." Paige lovingly mused while embracing Lucia once more, although this time it was one out of caring affection and not lustful desire. She nuzzled their soft cheeks together with her eyes shut tight while smiling like she was on cloud nine...unfortunately though, all of this racket brought the attention of the anime fans beside them. All of whom were now centering their eyes on the perplexing sight before them, a few of them muttering loudly...

"Yo, check it out!!! It's Lucia Lynch, from "Full Moon Rising!!!" And she's getting all cozy with that chick from that Dairanger show!!!"

"Oh yeah, their match last year was friggin hot!!"

"Mmnn, are you sure that's them, man? What're the odds of the Lucia Lynch just hanging out around here?...I think they're just cosplayers, dude..."

"Huh? Ya think?"

When even was the last time she had been with someone in any serious capacity? Was it Taylor? That cheating two bit hack? She hated Hollywood hookups, all flash no substance. She had been little more than flavor of the month arm candy for that guy. It embittered her just to think about him and his perfect jawline and bright smile… asshole. Since then she had more or less sworn off anything past a tiny no string trists… but those things dwindled with her waning career stateside. Ever since coming to Japan she had been a solo act.

She was normally in control. She kept a tight grip on the people who worked for her, made sure she was in the know, and looked after all of them. It was important for her to treat them right, especially after seeing how heartless this business tended to be. Then Paige just came in like a wrecking ball and messed everything up. Lucia had no earthly idea what to do with her… she had painted this vivid picture of this woman in her mind, one that was so easy to despise but when faced with the woman it didn't really hold up.

Bethany was… kinda cute when she was this affectionate. It made her pine a bit for something like this after she had been on her own for so long. Someone to curl up with in bed just to not be alone at night… she hadn't really ever considered being with another woman like that. Outside of acting, had never kissed another girl until their match. Why was she entertaining these thoughts at all? This woman had humiliated her… was reveling in it still.

Her struggles were almost forgotten, lost in thought, only coming back to light when the two women suddenly parted. She couldn't help but seem guiltily disappointed, a small part of her wanted more while the vast majority of her had wanted freedom. She wasn't sure she liked all the mixed signals her mind was throwing her way at the moment…

Her momentary relief was met with sudden alarm. Was… was Paige about to cry? Lucia grimaced, suddenly put on the defensive. Hands coming up as if dealing a potentially deadly animal, trying her best to sooth the other woman without actual touching her.

“Hey uh… sorry I didn't know you were touchy about your name…” She had assumed it had offended her in some way and thought this was best for not creating a scene. Though, as Paige rejoiced as if it had been a great victory Lucia visibly deflated. What had she done?

The lone wolf was taken by surprised as Paige rushed her again. Her first instinct was to back herself away, try to run. Her retreat was cut short by a solid crowd of people who exclaimed when she half plowed into them in her backpedal onto to be scooped back into another embrace with her adversary. She turned up her head, lips pulled tight with an indignant look of her face as another full blush enveloped her cheeks.

Her eyes drifted from the faces in the crowd now watching them, judging them. Oh god… were people in Japan as crazy about hookups as they were in the states? She couldn't recall… but had seen an awful lot of anime box arts and manga covers depicting characters together… also they were at a convention. Shipping was a real thing.

Shit.
Shit.
Shit!

Okay Lucia keep it together. You are an actress, so… act! Which was easier said than done with Paige hanging off her. But the other woman was a ham for an audience. Including her would no doubt help, but it was a bit frightening to know where the comment try to guide a sudden bout of improv.

“See, I told you this would like be a totally killer cosplay for the convention.” Valley girl was the go to disguise voice, so sue her. Lucia cleared her throat, shifting a big to subtly elbow Paige in the side of the boob to get her to focus up. “Like, they even get the reference and stuff. You said it would be way too obscure. People here are super sharp.” God this was embarassing.

Oh, how Bethany found Lucia's endearing faux innocence to be so delightfully charming. As if the animalistic actress had no earthly idea that this was the very first time, since they initially met to do battle for the paparazzi's spotlight in the lobby of AFW, Lucia had refereed to Bethany by her actual name. And not by some teasing nickname or by her villainous dominatrix alias. It may have taken some cajoling and groping snuggles to wrench the words out of Lucia's luscious lips, but now it was truly official. They were now...on a first name basis~...

You can of course see why Bethany was over the proverbial moon about this monumental step forward in their relationship. The lovesick dominatrix scarcely remembering the last time she had a romantic entanglement go this far into it's development. There were handsome casanovas she happened upon meeting during her late-night bar crawls who most definitely showed interest towards her methods of sultry seduction as she twirled her cocktail around with hitherto stares and innuendo-laden dialogue straight out of a James Bond movie...which, she may fess to having quoted directly. Some nights going rather swimmingly as she escorted them back to her place to continue getting their drink on...

...until they happened upon her bedroom, strewn with all manners of leather dominatrix gear, ball-gags, handcuffs, whips, chains, and paddles of all colors and sizes. A proverbial sex dungeon all encased inside a fuzzy carpeted bedroom within which Paige could indulge all of her perverse fantasies~...though no sooner would she turn back to face her handsome male suitor with starry-eyed maliciousness on her smirking face and a straightening snap of her black whip with both hands...would she find a puff of smoke and a flapping door where the gentleman was. Leaving Paige alone with a forlorn sigh and another night of loneliness in her bubble bath to look forward to.

Not her beloved wolfie though~...

Mistress Paige embracing the wolfen actress with ruthless affection once again, merrily snuggling up to her after inadvertently bumping them into the nearby geek crowd snapping away at the posing mech cosplayer. Instantly garnering their quizzical attention and sparking a debate between them as to whether they were the genuine article, or top-tier level cosplayers. Paige not noticing them one iota whilst lost in her lovelorn daydreams...at least before being awakened by a nudge to her boob and a perplexing deviation from how Lucia normally spoke. The mistress leaning back slightly to loosen up her hug and shoot Lucia a confused look and cocked eyebrow. The gears in her brain were starting to creak and turn as she began to piece this all together..whipping her head to and fro from the apprehensive look in Lucia's eyes and back to the audience several times...before the light went off in her noggin!!!! She silently mouthed an "Ohh..." with pursed lips and widened eyes before clearing her throat with her fist pressed against her chest.

"Tchyah, alright...ya don't gotta like, rub it all up in my face, ya know...GAH..." Paige snottily retorted in her surprisingly accurate Valley-girl esque accent, than taking a step back with hand on her cocked hip and rolling of her eyes as if being talked down to by a parent who was denying her the chance to drive the family sports car for the evening. The audience instantly convinced thanks to her method acting and buying into the subterfuge wholeheartedly, all notion of them being the genuine article dying down as they snapped away with their camera phones. Paige turning back to face them with her hand resting on Lucia's shoulders in a typical duo pose as the audience marveled at how convincing these cosplayers were at looking like the real actresses.

"Wow, you two look just like the real thing. Coming together as the two of them was pretty creative too...oh, hey, maybe you can put Lucia in a few wrestling moves or something!!!"

"...Heyyyyyy...OMG...that's like, a gnarly idea you got there. Anything for the fans, ya know?" Paige flashing a cheshire smile before swiftly scooping in the side of Lucia's head in a side headlock that had the wolfen actress' face mashed against the wriggling softness of the domme's sideboob. Instantly heightening the number of people flashing pictures of them as more onlookers started crowding around...

Was it really so important people not know it was actually her? That it was indeed her getting snuggly with her would be adversary after that utterly humiliating defeat she suffered at the hands of Paige? Did she need to hide the fact that even as she was being what amounted to being molested in public by this other actress part of her was really… really turn on?

Ab-so-lutely!

She had a sliver of a career left in the industry, even if most of that was being spent making appearance dates at conventions like this or peddling cheap ramen on the television. The last thing she needed was some sort of tabloid journalist writing a hit piece on how she got whipped in a match then gets whipped in the bedroom.

There was a genuine terror in her heart when she put out a line to Paige and didn't have any bite. Staring at the dumbfounded villainess with an ever growing look of desperateness washing over her features until something clicked. It had worked… and the Japanese nature had a surprisingly good go of the accent too… huh. Maybe Bethany was a better actress than she thought.

Nah.

She had a small nervous twitch at the hand clapped on her shoulder, almost forgetting what she had started at the sudden touch. She returned a like gesture, reaching an arm around Paige's waist to give the other woman a small “at'a girl” shake. Just two friends playing dress up. Nothing to see here people.

A slender brow raised at the fan suggestion, peering over at Bethany as she bought into it almost immediately. Even as she opened her mouth to protest she was already being yanked down onto a headlock. Her free arm flailed to maintain some manner of balance as she almost lost her footing. Forced to lean her weight into her captor as she tugged with grit teeth to try make it known she watched to be let go without putting up enough fight to draw suspicion.

“O-okay, think that's quite eno-mmmphff!” As Paige tightened the headlock she found herself mashed right against the other woman's breast, red faced as she struggled to pull her face free from the pillowy cushion. Lucia was protesting, loudly in fact, but it all came out as muffled grunts and cries as she could only look over the curvature of the woman holding her at bay with her mouth effectively muzzled. Her eyes squinted, blinded by the flashes of several phones taking down the moment forever.

She couldn't just let Paige get away with this, could she? It was almost a certainty everyone who was watching was doing so from the front, capturing this ordeal in the best possible angle. That left her some room to maneuver… in a sense. Blindly her fingers felt around the back of Bethany, getting a good lay of the land. Once she was certain where her hand was she gave a hand clap of the domme's backside, giving her a hard squeeze on one of her cheeks to try and force the other woman to free her.

Despite being somewhat slow on the upkeep, Bethany eventually pieced together the jumbled puzzle pieces comprising this awkward situation until she finally started seeing the big picture. The starstruck geekdom huddling around them...the contentious debate as to whether they were the genuine article...Lucia's affluent teenage slang as if she heralded from Southern California combined with the anxious desperation in her golden eyes. Bethany has, sadly, known actress friends who went on to film blockbusters and win awards while she toiled away in her C-tier celebrity status...and whenever they were seen in public, they made up fictitious roles for themselves so they could have a simple coffee with Bethany without tarnishing their celebrity standing.

Any actress worth her salt knew how to read a room and feed off of what was given to her...and Bethany joyfully lost herself in the role of a fashionable, air-headed brat from San Fernando Valley. Bethany just wished she had a piece of bubble gum she could obnoxiously chew, blow, and click against her teeth to further engross herself in the stereotype. A flippant roll of her eyes and cocking of her hip to the side bringing the role to full circle as the audience accepted the "cosplayers" without question. While she wasn't one to brag...much...one reason all of her acclaimed actress friends made time for her was to be reminded of acting tips and tricks of the trade from their friend from acting class was still waiting for her breakout role.

But who said Paige couldn't have a bit of fun in the middle of their little deception~...

Paige pursed her lips with a sultry wink towards the cameras capturing the television dominatrix crank down on a surprisingly realistic looking headlock,  the largely male crowd eating it up and asking for seconds as more onlookers stuck by to gape in awe at the impressive cosplayers. It almost looked like the Lucia Lynch cosplayer was actually struggling to wrench her head free from the headlock against the supple softness of Paige's lovely breast. The villainous domme striking a kinky pose for the flashing lights as more wrestling pose suggestions were bellowed their way. From "put her in a piledriver position" to "...or maybe sit on her stomach for a sultry pin!!" Paige's cup overflowed with ideas thanks to their geeking out fandom.

"Chyah~...those are all, like, totally cool ideyahssszz!!" Paige's valley-girl voice cracking with a high-pitched yelp from the clawing grasp of her shapely rump, the audience balking with a perplexed look as Paige elevated to her tip toes with widened eyes. "Sssay...what's that over there?! Check out that gnarly Overlord cosplay waaay down the hallway!!!" Paige pointed the way in the opposite direction of them towards a masterful Ainz Ooal Gown and Albedo cosplaying team, whom the fanatical mob than scurried to snap pictures of. Leaving them alone at last, and allowing Paige to release the headlock and rub where Lucia's pinching claws were. "OwOwOw...Ya know...I was much more gentle when it was MY hands doing the groping..."