Li Li keeps her glasses on

Her costume comes apart early, and Li Li settles back into the pastel chair with nothing left on but a slim chain at her throat and those glasses. One hand drifts low while the other stays busy across her chest. The webcam is close enough to register every small change in her face.

Cosplay usually promises artifice, and the toy-strewn little room behind her supplies plenty. What she does in front of it runs warmer: a long, self-directed session lit flat and bright, dark hair pushed back, her attention folding steadily inward.