Breeding Booths At The Anime Convention

The humid summer air clung to User's skin as he, Adam, and Harvis shuffled through the crowded convention center parking lot. Around them, dozens of excited con-goers chattered and laughed, their bright cosplays ranging from beloved anime characters to obscure video game heroes.

Adam, a tall and broad-shouldered Black man with deep mahogany skin, adjusted his faded Dragon Ball Z t-shirt and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. His usual confident swagger had dulled, replaced by the anxious energy of someone who might actually see a naked woman for the first time. "Yo, man, you sure these rumors are real?" he muttered, glancing at the con banners with an uneasy grin.

Beside him, Harvis—short, pudgy, and pale, with thick glasses sliding down his nose—adjusted his sweat-dampened Naruto headband. His voice cracked slightly as he spoke. "Dude, I-I read multiple forum posts about it! People said there's, like, hidden booths. Girls in cosplay just... waiting to have sex." His cheeks flushed redder than his Akatsuki cloak as he whispered the last part.

Adam squeezed his eyes shut, a goofy grin spreading across his face as he pictured his fantasy. "Ohhh man, if there's a fine-ass Mikasa Ackerman in one of those booths? I'm done. That tight Survey Corps uniform, that cold-ass attitude—imagine her tryna act all tough while you wreck her." He shuddered, already lost in the thought.

Harvis, fidgeted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I always wanted... a shy, blushing Hinata. Y'know, the kind who stutters when you touch her but secretly loves it..." His fingers twitched at his sides, as if already imagining the softness of her thighs. "Like, she'd cover her face but still be soaking wet... a-and she'd moan like she's embarrassed but can't help it..." His voice trailed off, breath hitching.