- Joined
- Dec 3, 2014
Stephanie Shaffer was a pretty girl, and she definitely knew it. She had natural blonde hair that was the shade of only slightly dirty blonde that most females spent money on expensive dye jobs in order to emulate. She was a bit taller than the average woman at a height of 5'7”, with a trim body that she had put quite a lot of work into cultivating. Her curves were yet another thing that many women paid expensive specialists absurd amounts of money for. Heavy, natural E-cup breasts that were accompanied by wide hips and an ass that jiggled slightly as she walked. It seemed like those parts of her body were the ones that maintained fat while the rest of her body was pretty slim, with a waist that contoured in nicely and long, slim legs that were quite the sight when she wore a short skirt or pair of shorts. Her skin was slightly tanned from her time playing volleyball and hanging out with friends outside and a pair of piercing blue eyes that were bad enough to make her able to wear glasses reasonably, but good enough that she didn't need the spectacles when she wasn't looking to wear them. She had a pretty face, with a small nose and slightly puffy lips that provided a bit of lewd appeal. She had long, slim fingers that tended to be capped off with manicured nails filed to a perfect edge. She was an image of impressive beauty, and Stephanie had decided that putting that to use was a good way to take advantage of it. Attention flocked to her when she knew wante it, and she knew how to get it.
She had tried modeling to various degrees, but she had recently discovered a way that would get her even more attention; cosplaying. She had a somewhat passing interest in video games and had watched a few episodes of anime on late night TV, but she was by no stretch of the word a nerd. She had never been particularly polite to herds in high school, but now she could understand why some girls were. She had done a modeling shoot dressed up as Lara Croft, and had been amazed at the response. Awkward guy all over the internet had rushed towards her attention, and while there had been some assholes most of them had been amazingly supportive of her dressing up like one of their favorite characters. That had started up a small operation with a friend of hers, where her friend would help her make outfits for the hot female characters that populated video games and she would strut around conventions and drink in the attention.
That weekend she was on one of those operations. She had been working on a cosplay for a character from the game Smite, and right as it was ready there was a tournament near her where a group of nerds would be eagerly playing it. It was perfect. A picture of herself in the outfit with a bit of extra tit had gotten her free access to the LAN tournament despite her not playing the game.
Now the day had come, and things were working out as she expected. There was a smirk on her lips as she walked through the convention hall in the elaborate costume. It really was impressively done. The golden crown, the large spear (made out a far lighter material), the white dress, the armored boob-plate, the various bits of armor. They were all quite true to the original, and paired with her natural beauty she was an amazing sight. There was a small smirk as she walked through the convention hall, simply enjoying the eyes that were following her and the occasional mutters of awe from the awkward males around the area.
She had tried modeling to various degrees, but she had recently discovered a way that would get her even more attention; cosplaying. She had a somewhat passing interest in video games and had watched a few episodes of anime on late night TV, but she was by no stretch of the word a nerd. She had never been particularly polite to herds in high school, but now she could understand why some girls were. She had done a modeling shoot dressed up as Lara Croft, and had been amazed at the response. Awkward guy all over the internet had rushed towards her attention, and while there had been some assholes most of them had been amazingly supportive of her dressing up like one of their favorite characters. That had started up a small operation with a friend of hers, where her friend would help her make outfits for the hot female characters that populated video games and she would strut around conventions and drink in the attention.
That weekend she was on one of those operations. She had been working on a cosplay for a character from the game Smite, and right as it was ready there was a tournament near her where a group of nerds would be eagerly playing it. It was perfect. A picture of herself in the outfit with a bit of extra tit had gotten her free access to the LAN tournament despite her not playing the game.
Now the day had come, and things were working out as she expected. There was a smirk on her lips as she walked through the convention hall in the elaborate costume. It really was impressively done. The golden crown, the large spear (made out a far lighter material), the white dress, the armored boob-plate, the various bits of armor. They were all quite true to the original, and paired with her natural beauty she was an amazing sight. There was a small smirk as she walked through the convention hall, simply enjoying the eyes that were following her and the occasional mutters of awe from the awkward males around the area.