The Cosmos, The Arrivals Book 1 Chapter 15, Molly & Steph: The Bachelor Party, Day 9. Section 6. Steph: Exits the Bachelor Party Steph, suddenly abandoned at the Bachelor Party, finds the full attention of the Revelers upon her. She folds her palms forward to the sides of her hips and declares, “That hairy maduro splattered piss on my bare feet!” The guests laugh uneasily. The Revelers are well aware that Steph has been splattered with piss, and they don’t care to make an issue out of the insult. “And she ruined my dress!” She looks up and juts her chin out. “But I don’t have to worry, because BB gives me a new minidress every single day.” Well so far, anyway. Different cutout minidresses; different titters and upskirts. Something for Revelers to seek out from the Prefecture. Steph struggles to regain control. “And you may rest assured that Molly will wash herself out of my panties before she gives them back to me.” There are murmurs of approval, and Steph finds herself surrounded and helped to again sit on the round bar stool. She opens her thighs as per orders handed down via BB and discovers the Revelers camming her natural parts. She manages to recover her composure only after discovering a shoulder strap has fallen down to her elbow, leaving one entire breast totally exposed. As she rescues her spud, she feels the hem of her minidress press between her stern and the barstool, and her entire uncovered crotch come into view. “This is so inappropriate.” Steph touches a palm to her face. And my legs are open way too wide. She laughs delicately. “I’m displaying my finer lines.” She wiggles as she descends from the barstool. “I am so sorry, but Molly and I must leave together!” Steph continues her announcement. “We’re Roommates!” Steph routes her escape, takes charge. She walks backwards toward the door. She bows briefly, another quick titter to much of the Party, and she smoothes the minidress, rounding her cutout around her buttonhole. She assesses her splattered minidress a second time and decides further complaints can only provide a reason to take it away from her. Gamers look at her flowing legs and short hemline. Bare feet. Neck. Navel cutout. Steph stops and throws back her shoulders. She makes a shimmy, shows armpits, and the Revelers acquiesce. “We’ve really had a such great time, and Molly is so grateful, but I must go...” Steph falters off, makes a little wave, pivots, and flees out the door. Steph runs to get out of sight should any fans follow her out the door, bruising her bare soles in the process. But then she slows down. Maybe Molly’s got some panties on and doesn’t qualify to streak, but she still must move with stealth. Steph walks back to the Cosmos House comfortably, even without panties. But I am so disgusted! Steph realizes. Disgusted at Molly for putting piss-soaked panties in her mouth and then fleeing out the door with them. I know it’s so she needn’t streak. As if I care. I just need the panties back. And Molly can retain a Piss Mouth. But I am also disgusted at whoever is behind all of this. The Groom and the Best Man? The Revelers inside? They’re pond scum; they wouldn’t know a Gamer if they met one. Maybe Boss Bitch put them up to this. Steph got rattled inside, and some of it sticks with her. The trickle of fear about an increasingly unsettled future grips her chest for a second time this evening, and she pauses to look at her reflection in a store window. Very hard to not conclude that I’m beautiful. Self-confidence returns to Steph. Very hard to not conclude that I’m smart. I really am a favored one; it’s the only thing that makes sense. And the practical. If I must flash my shimmies and snizzle—and I certainly have been—it is because this device empowers me to control a situation. It enables me to gather fans while running an errand, or entice somebody to gossip who isn’t supposed to… like William. Steph stays to streets where possibly normal people do double takes. She fumes. But I resent having to ba by-sit Molly. Getting splattered with piss. And getting my snatch cammed by amateur Bachelor Party types. Steph spots a paparazzo recording her and snarls at what just happens to be a female. Another paparazzo seek to record my exposures! They all want my sand dollars and stalks, my snatch and strophoid, my semi-globes out back. I am the most popular Cosmos! The steeliness of Molly’s clithood ring reminds Steph of the stakes, yet her confidence deepens. I’ll have to ask Molly if she gets pierced a second time when she Opts Down, or if her existing piercing gets stretched bigger. Steph pulls the Bell clapper by the Back Door Landing and waits; there is no Molly. She waits about 15 minutes before she resigns, sits on the steps of the Landing so her parted inner thighs lie in shadow, and tempts the Cam to harvest her upskirted sanpan. Too dark for any details. Robyn bops out the back door.