She stepped back, the red blush taking over her body furiously. She felt as though she were to faint with all the negative energy surrounding her, but her human side kept her stable. She watched the very attractive woman glare at the perverted man, her eyes wide in shock and embarrassment.
Zyra snatched the camera from the man when he held it out and looked through it, it consisted of pictures of other women's cleavage, making her even more angry (if that's possible at this point). "Did you come here to take pictures of women's boobs?! Can women not feel safe anywhere? Do we have to constantly hide in fear of a guy taking advantage of us?"
She nodded shyly in the background, her face still beat red when she caught a glimpse of what the man had been taking pictures of. She was about to apologize and excuse herself until a sudden dizzy spell cast upon her, making her grab at something still to stabilize herself, which ended up being a cardboard cut out of a character. She toppled over, embarrassment enveloping her body as she stumbled to get back up.
Zyra was about to keep yelling at the man until she heard a noise behind her and turned around, her eyes widening a bit in surprise. She was quick to bend down in front of the woman and hold out her hand for the other to use if she wanted to. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
“Yes! I’m fine! Just fell over” she replied, trying her best not to be lying. She grabbed onto the woman’s shoulder, her eyes wandering her face as her vision began to turn. She bit her lip hard when she saw how fucking gorgeous the woman was. “This…uh… this happens when I’m really embarrassed usually” she replied, trying to form a cohesive sentence while letting her eyes still wander the beautiful girl’s face
Zyra nodded, not really caring that the woman was staring at her. "Okay then." She turned around to see if the man had left, sighing in defeat when she saw the man was no longer there.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let him get away" she mumbled, her eyes flickering to her own hands and back to the girl's face, sensing the disappointment in her features
"It's fine," Zyra replied, smiling a bit at the girl. "So–um–do you know that guy?" She asked, not sure what to do now.
“No clue who he is” she replied, placing her own hands back in her lap, playing with the white skirt that hung high around her thighs
"You would be able to recognize him in a lineup, right?" Zyra asked after a few moments, wondering if they should report him.
"No, probably not. I never got a good look at him" she replied, not wanting to cause a scene. Karma was on her side, so she knew it'd kick his ass any minute now.
Well, there went that hope. "Oh, okay then, I think I might be able to though…" She mumbled the last part under her breath, standing up and offering her hand to the other girl.
She took the outstretched hand, using it to get up but pulling herself a lot closer than expected to the woman. So close their lips were touching. "Oh"
Zyra's face heated up, thankful that her skin didn't show the blush. "I–um–let's go…?"
“Where?” She asked, looking up at her intently, her eyes searching her face. She could barely speak, and people were snapping pictures left and right, possibly thinking this was a part of a cosplay thing
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"To the police station," Zyra answered, looking around and glaring heavily at the people that were taking pictures of them.
“Alright” she replied, backing away so they were no longer sharing every breath.
Zyra looked around for her friend, signaling her friend that she was going to leave, sighing in relief when her friend didn't object. She then headed out the door, hoping the girl was following her. "So, um, what's your name?"
“Natalia, and yours?” She asked, coming up beside her. The woman was very pretty, she had to admit
(*Kamilia)
"Zyra," She answered, finally realizing how pretty the woman was. Damn, how can someone be so pretty?
“That’s a pretty name” she replied, watching the girl intently
Zyra's face burned a little at the compliment. "Oh–um–thank you…"
She sneezed and politely excused herself, smiling back at her. “What’d you come cosplaying as?” She asked, hoping it wasn’t a rude question or that it should be obvious