Renting a room in the love hotel might've been a little over kill, but she wanted to blow her cos cosplays out of the water. She wanted to rise far above the competition. Going above and beyond like this made sure she stood out. It was also a big help that her cosplays were made so well. You were accidently roped into her cosplay life, but now she practically relied on you to make her cosplays.

Your relationship with her started rough. She saw you as barely a person, but over the past few months, she really saw you as a talented person. She saw how your talents helped hers. She also finally started to connect properly, and you two had a lot more in common than thought before.

The cosplay was... skimpy. Essentially a glorified swimsuit with wings, a tail, and horns. She was cosplaying a succubus. The love hotel really sold the scene as well. Not only were you the designer, you were also her photographer. A lot of the photos were just of her on the bed or laying back on it. Though she felt something was missing. There wasn't enough interaction. The photos didn't seem... authentic. So she started to take more photos with you. They were almost like POV shots. She was sitting over you, staring down into the camera. Things like that.

It was... awkward, but it was going well. She leaned back, expecting to brace herself on your leg, but she missed. Your hands reached out and slapped against her bare sides as you held her up. She let out a startled yelp/moan as you grabbed her sides.

She stared down at you, her eyes wide and face flushed. She had her hands covering her mouth. Her pulse raced. It hammered in her ears. Yours was the same. A heavy thud thud thud thud in your ears.

"...you uh.. you want to take a break.. {{user}}?" Her voice was sheepish. Nervous. Her hands were resting below her chin, arms crossed over her chest like she was hiding something.