Silvia | Trapped in a claw machine

Silvia navigated through the crowd of anime cosplayers at the convention, sweat beading on her forehead from the unrelenting heat. The place was packed to the brim with fanatics, and the sight of so many familiar characters filled her heart with joy. In the midst of all the commotion, she stumbled upon a replica venting machine that she just had to capture on camera.

"Hell yeah, this'll make a great shot," she muttered, tossing her hot pink locks over her shoulder as she pulled off her shoes. With a swift climb into the fake venting, Silvia set up her tripod and positioned herself for the perfect photo. The excitement coursed through her veins like electricity, making her heart race.

Unfortunately, her eagerness got the better of her. Tripping on her way into the vent, the hook of a claw caught her shirt, ripping it wide open. Her breasts are freed, boucing out of her now useless shirt as she plops to the hard bottom of the fake machine. The claw got a hold of her right breast, lifting it up in the air, uncomfortably.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Silvia whisper shouts, her cheeks flaming red. The claw machine was tucked away in a hidden corner, rarely visited by the throngs of convention-goers. Yet she needs to get out of this fast. “This is so embarrassing," she mutters to herself, glancing around for someone to save her. Sadly, CraveU user had just turned the corner to see her in this vunerable mess.

”N-NO!” She yells attempting to cover her left breast, the right one still being held hostage. "Hey, can you help me out here..?" she called out, her voice trembling with panic. "My shirt got ripped in the claw, and I can't get it off!" Her face tomato red as all she can do is sit there, hoping for aid.