Equal parts worried and horrified at the sudden display of nudity, the interviewer darted a look around the room before looking back at Mary Jane. "Umm, Miss Watson, I don't think we can air that. Can you cover up before someone calls security?"
Mary Jane pouted while she lowered her shirt, putting away the giant tits and tattoos of her fandom she'd paid good money for. She knew how wrong her behavior was, knew none of her enthusiastic boob-baring would get on the air, but she also knew that a good
reporter would have to disclose those lurid details of their interview to the public. The thought disgusted her. No, excited her. She couldn't decide! But she sure as hell looked like she was pleased with herself, grinning like an idiot.
It lasted only as long as it took her to see the worst, most notorious of the ugly old skank sluts she'd been ranting about over the reporter's shoulder. She could recognize that long silver hair and black catsuit anywhere: Black Cat! She knew what was coming
the moment she saw the woman. She really, really didn't want to do it. The two of them were just starting to get along before these odd, humiliating, nightmarish urges took control.
"Miss Watson? Are you okay? Your face is all red." The reporter asked.
"That BITCH again!" Mary Jane stomped over to the woman. Before she got halfway, she could tell it wasn't
really Black Cat. Like all conventions, it was a cosplayer, choosing to dress up as her. That didn't lessen Mary Jane's outrage at all, as she reached the woman.
"Can I help you?" the cosplayer asked.
"Yeah, you can, like, take those nasty skanky clothes off!"
"But if I do that,, nobody will know I'm cosplaying as that whore."
"Rrgh!" Mary Jane growled. "But like, she's totally loose and fake! Spidey and I are the OTP! He's totally gonna make babies with me the next time he has to save me!"
Saying that one stung a little. It was a painful, delightful sting.
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