Yeah… Badges still on, lanyards swingin’ low Hotel carpet smell like weed and vanilla body spray Elevator dings, lights flicker slow Tanjiro walking cross the floor Masks comin’ off, but the real ones stay… (Yeah… this that late-night dealer’s choice) Pulled up Friday, three-day pass, cheap cologne and a half-ounce Sexy Catgirls in thigh-highs, I’m starin’ like a damn mouse Sailor Moon in the corner with the skirt hiked, panties in her hand Handed em to me and say she got a room on the twelfth, “come through after the skit” I been off the Casamigos since the dealer’s room closed Now the hallway echoin’ with moans and some ahego Cosplay on the floor like evidence, wigs twisted, contacts loose One girl still got the fox ears on while she ridin’ like she got juice They don’t care who see, doors cracked, red lights on Somebody playin’ a slowed-down remix of the opening song I walk in, smell the sweat and the strawberry lube She look back over her shoulder like “you just gon’ stand there, dude?” Took the chain off, left the badge on the nightstand This ain’t the panel room no more — this the after-con land Anime con turned into an anthology orgy Badges on titties, masks on faces, nobody sorry Late night, lights low, bodies movin’ like they possessed (Con after dark, con after dark) Ain’t no panels now, just moans and “yes, yes, yes” (Con after dark, con after dark) Everybody came to play, nobody playin’ it smart (Con after dark, con after dark) Weebs on the floor, condoms on the art This that anime con turned into a crossover orgy Next room got a harem — one Asuka, two Zeros, three Makimas One of ’em still got the contact lens in, eye glowin’ while she take it They passin’ around a bottle and a blunt shaped like a sword I’m sittin’ on the edge watchin’ two girls sixty-nine to the score One dude in a full Cloud Strife wig gettin’ his soul snatched Another one in the corner just recordin’ on his phone, no cap I got pulled in by the hair, lips glossy from whatever she sippin’ She whisper “call me Yor Forger while you in it” So I did — said the name, gripped the hips, went stupid She moaned in Japanese then switched to English, sounded ruthless Sweat drippin’ off the cosplay, makeup runnin’ down cheeks Somebody knocked on the door, we told ’em “come back in three weeks” Time don’t exist in here, just bass, breath, and bodies One girl tapped out, another one stepped up like a hobby I ain’t even know her name, just knew the way she moved And when the sun started creepin’ through the blinds, we still ain’t approve Now the sun up, badges scattered, wigs lookin’ like roadkill Somebody still moanin’ in their sleep, probably dreamin’ of the thrill I’m sittin’ on the edge of the bed, half-dressed, half-dead Lanyard still around my neck like a medal for the things I said Anime con… turned into somethin’ I can’t explain But I’d do it again next year, different wig, different name (Con after dark…) Yeah… Badges still on… But the real masks came off.
