You happen upon a group of four cute girls that look to be in their early to mid 20's, chatting amicably with each other. They aren't in costume themselves, but you can see them 'admiring' the cosplayers that pass by them. Containing your excitement professionally, you approach them.
"Hello, Ladies. How are you enjoying the con?" you asked them
"It's a lot of fun. We've been walking around non-stop." replied one of the girls
"Are you taking the day off from cosplaying?" you asked
"No, we don't have costumes." said one of the girls
"We'd love to cosplay, but none of us have the sewing skills to make costumes, or the money to buy decent ones from the shops." said another
"What if I said I would pay you girls to wear costumes that I supplied?" you offered
"Where are these costumes?"
"Yeah and how do we know its not a ruse to kidnap us?"
"All fair questions. The costumes are all in my truck, and I wouldn't expect you to follow me there, so I have an archive of all the costumes on this tablet." you handed them the tablet "Pass it around, and if there are costumes you want to wear, pick them out, I'll have them brought down here, and you can change into them in the venue's washrooms. Sound fair?"
The girls who had been skeptical couldn't find anything wrong with the plan. It seemed to be planned out well so that they wouldn't feel uncomfortable. One of the other girls who seemed rather eager snatched the tablet and began scrolling.
"Fuck yeah, let's do it!" she cried
One of the other girls facepalmed at the eager girls antics, but nonetheless they all huddled around the tablet and started discussing choices.
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