Image limit reached on old thread
Not bad for an obscure fetish
Old thread was here
If anyone has missed it.
>stripping down fully, but getting skittish about taking the mask off
Now I'm imagining a club for girls to do outlandishly whorish things while "protected" by the masks. When they're in costume, they don't have an image or a reputation to care about. As long as they've got the mask and the hood, even the classy Princess Toadstool or the noble Lucina is just another slutty Shy Gal.
No questions asked, no questions answered.
Shy Futa okay?
>cumshot going straight into the void-like pit in the mask where an eye should be
There was another GIF I was going to upload, but 4chan said it detected possible malicious code in the file, oh well.
Here's a Daisy Shygal corruption thing I did.
Anything can be a fetish if you try hard enough.
Probably gonna call it quits soon, kinda scraping the barrel here.
Alright, that's all from me.
I-i didn't see any complain about shyguy/shytraps/shyfuta so....
I know english well enough to know that people mix them up together anyways and/or can't differentiate between a chubby futa and a chubby femboy since they'll view it as dude or dickgirl based on their preferences regardless.
Thats what makes this hot, forced shyguy masking. Being reduced to a lowly mute minion, especially if youve come from royalty I imagine it would be very difficult to suffer through. Im working on a sketch too but Im pretty new so Ill see how it goes.
I'm just cool with them putting the mask on and it being stuck.
Maybe it inhibits their speech or adopts SOME traits (not much, say like Peach's Shygirl mask gets lipstick and her eyelashes or Gym Leader Sabrina 's eyeholes become squarish. Not ALWAYS the case in some corruptions)
SOMETIMES but not always, their clothes become very robe-like and their shoes get traits of Shyguy boots (Peach's heels remain heels but have like that swell on the vamp or Sabrina gets thigh high Shyguy boots)
A little or a lot, I think you should be flexible with it though. Keeping things fixed because one anon dictates it is a bad way to handle an open-ended fetish in my book.
I think it's important that the mask not show their facial expressions once it's stuck to their face. The totally blank, fixed O.O is a big part of this for me.
They should also obviously be mute, of course, but that might be irrelevant in a picture.
An Anon of my Word, hope a little TG is okay
I have perused your dA stuff and your tf sequence commissions seem quite agreeable.
I'll refer some friends to you if you don't mind. Perhaps I might have something of my own later-- not Shygirl stuff mind you, but a TF sequence nonetheless.
Between this thread and the previous one, I'm pretty sure we've posted just about every decent picture for this fetish there is.
If only more artfags were interested in this.
It was well drawn, it was just in a territory that not too many people on /d/, or at least this thread like.
/d/ likes traps, futa and chubby women, but chubby traps aren't too popular, and whether it was suppose to be a futa or not, it comes off as a chubby boy.
So I say keep on making more, but if you want more people to like your stuff try feminizing them a little more, make it more apparent it's a a chubby futa and not just a chubby boy.
Or if chubby traps really just are your thing then keep on drawing them, I'm sure someone else is fapping to it. Material in this fetish is too scarce to be picky.
I figured that would end up being the case, I guess I was more hopeful that I'd find some way to dabble in my expertise in chubby traps.
Regardless, if I work up the nerve, I might provide some more content here. After all, we need to go deeper than just Red for all these shygals...
If I may compose my thoughts on this fetish:
Seems to me, at least for me, the draw to this is similar to most transformative fetishes. See, the big, succulent center of this comes from the subject losing all sense of self, dawning a new identity. However, thanks to that titillating little mask, no identity is gained, merely a purely submissive form. Like, sex dolls, or bimbos, except the lust all comes from the body they seem so easily excited to expose.
At least that's my view
I just really like the idea of an "addictive mask", myself.
Like the girls are happy with their new, safe covering and don't want to take it off.
One of those hard-to-explain /d/ things, I guess.
Shyguys do make honking noises though and Mario Kart is developed by as much of the original Mario team, or at least the same division.
I share these anon's sentiments >>6111457
Something like the mask may not be sentient or anything but somehow rather relies on the wearer in order to achieve a sense of "existence." Somehow said mask craves it like a drug and against the wearer's better nature wants to stay a little longer and might even override the wearer to sustain that feeling. Maybe even delude the wearer into thinking nothing's changed or everything's fine at a certain point.
That's just ONE interpretation anyway.
I like it for a few reasons, mainly reasons already mentioned.
I personally like to think the masks are just that, masks, not sentient transformation things, just cute masks girls wear because they're either shy or want to be lewd and naughty anonymously. And I really like that idea that being slutty without fear of people finding out it's you could be addicting, like those girls could be saints without the masks and all their friends think they would never do any of the stuff they actually do.
I do also love TG, bimbification and mind break, so it doesn't hurt that this fetish allows for all of that if you imagine it.
It's a flexible fetish that blends well with others.
I think TG is kind of a split thing more than it's everyone's thing. I'm not against it, it just that I know the conditions of how my mask and helmet fetishes work and TG doesn't fit in line with the M.O.
Part of the draw is knowing the face underneath and the mask some how makes what's underneath even more. Mine only works when a woman puts the mask on and I can enjoy things with and without. I don't ONLY wanna fap because of the mask, it enhances things.
Mask TG it's more like a male transforms into a woman with the assistance of the mask. I ain't even bi or anything, so all I can think about is the original form no matter how strong or even permanent the magic of said mask is because I associate TOO MUCH with characters like the male cast anyone Nintendo or Pokemon related or Street Fighter, etc.,. Somehow the image of the character being biologically and canonically female is key to me, close-minded as it sounds.
Mind you, I make a small exception to rule 63 of certain characters but that pool is very, VERY small.
Just drew this up.
Are we ok with shyboys as long as they're effeminate?
You took a perfectly good outfit and ruined it.
Well I definitely wouldn't mind seeing more of her.
And good news /d/, you got me, I'mma start whippin' up some content today. But I had some things to ask:
Would you prefer having both expressionless and expressional variants? A female and futa variant? Jus' lemme know, I'm interested in opinions.
I'd I had a choice, I'd prefer expressionless, just makes so much more sense. Having a expressive mask kinda ruins it, you know? Part of the appeal is not knowing what she's feeling under that mask.
And futa variants are always nice. Also, if you're up to the challenge, femboy/trap variants are also hot.
Expressionless it seems, gotcha. It's a shame since the odd notion of a porcelain mask being able to move like a normal face was kind of an interesting thing I always liked about Koki's Shyguys, but the masses have spoken.
And I can do a quick, simple futa and trap version then. I'm a little slower drawing though so don't expect it too soon!
Well that content might be heavily delayed until later tonight or tomorrow even, but I can give you guys a quick preview
I want to see a story where Peach and Daisy end up putting on shygirl outfits due to being thrown out of Bowser and Tatanga's castles, naked. They put on the outfits to hide their shame and then run back to the mushroom kingdom but end up having sexy adventures with their newly found anonymity.
That or Bowser and Tatanga rape them until they are very pregnant before throwing them out. They are ashamed of this and put on the shygirl outfits, but then run afoul of Mario and Luigi who think they are shyguy enemies. They throw one of them into the other (as is standard reaction to shyguys). The way they land from the collision exposes their hot naked asses, and Mario and Luigi can't help themselves from raping them on the spot, never realizing who they actually are.
Imagine a horde of Shy Guys.
They attack you, subdue you, and dress you up like one of them. The shove little balloons into your dress to give you a womanly figure. They bolt the mask and belt shut.
You desperately try to escape these bindings. You cannot find the bolt on the belt, and you can't break it. You can't muster enough dexterity through the gloves to remove the mask.
So you run. You run to the nearest town, you ask for help, but your words come out as the muffled ramblings of a Shy Guy. You desperately try to get out of the suit, but people laugh as you appear to be strutting your stuff.
So no one is surprised when a man pulls you to the side and rapes you. The cloth covering your face wicks away your sweat, but makes your speech sound like muffled doddering.
As he reaches for your mask to undo it, you do the strangest thing. You stop him. You bat his hands away with yours. "Ha, I guess Shy Girls have at least *some* dignity!" he says sarcastically. That was your one chance! Why did you do that?
Both your body and your identity has been bound. That's the sex appeal.
Yeah, it's kind of annoying how all these people keep trying to either make this a fetish or tell other people why they like it. I see it as more of a super adorable platform to make fetish material from.
I just see them as really cute, shy girls under a mask. I don't really see them as inherently sexual just a character I find adorable, and attractive. I like seeing people make art of them at all ether it be fetish material or just doodles.
Believe it or not, some of us aren't so keen of the "one guy speaks for everyone's standards" crap some fetish or /d/ related material falls prey to, so drawing the line in the sand assures not everyone enjoys it the same way.
It sounds picky, yeah but just because there's a common area of appeal doesn't mean it magically makes everything boner fuel.
That's not how you shygal.
This is how you shygal.
Okay now it's perfect
That's enough shitting up the thread with my MS paint doodle.
I drew a thing too, but couldn't decide on which version I liked
Hey man really loving some of your figure designs and styles with the body shapes. Specially the dick, your art isn't generic at all, and because of this I gotta ask for more stuff or a site you post your work on?
Eheh... well the shygal and traps and futa were all kinda inspired by starting at a japanese artist's work named Koki, so those are the only ones that look like that...
But that aside, I have a tumblr, but it's mostly personal and not a ton of art on the art tag much due to lack of motivation and the fact my PC died back in october, killing all my old art I didn't upload...
And thus, a new fetish was born.
Now I really want to see a Midna or Zelda Shygirl.
Does Shy Bob-omb girl count?
I had too, wish I wasn't at work. Would have been better from my tablet at home
Also an expression edit because I felt like it.
I really like what youve done so far! Do you do other corruption/TF stuff besides what youve posted?
I think you should post what you make, the quality is good its just really niche I suppose? Its not my thing but I can appreciate it anyway.
Can someone help me with the hand or calf into leg? Im getting bored of trying to do this and im not learning much from it so I want to move onto something else, im posting this in case I dont work on it further. Ive got a lot to learn still, but this fetish is good because I like masks a lot.
I also noticed nobody is excluding the clothing, so do I need to add that? The chin does look sort of strange with the mask being so huge and uncovered like that.
Hey all you /d/eviants. I'm the OP from the first thread. I like how far this has progressed and I'm proud to have brought this fetish to /d/. Also, here's an image I never posted in the first thread.
Holy shit this is great. Now I want to use a Shy Girl mask/hood combo to hide my face for my exhibitionism pics.... Anyone have any idea where to buy a good mask? Or how to make one? I can sew a hood easy.
Man, I love that body. If you don't want problems with the chin or the mask you could add a hood in her head. Or if you want to do the easy way, you may give her a full outfit, covering the leg.
We truly need some shortstack Shygals, so props to you.
I see it as sort of a subservient mindset, both because of the "shy" name and because of an appearance in a Zelda game.
In The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening DX, there are enemies in the bonus Color Dungeon called Mask-Mimics, which are obviously Shy Guys. They mimic Link's movements perfectly, but in reverse. I apply that to the Shygirl mindset as "she'll do anything you want her to do".
I imagine they're submissive and kind of ditzy and gullible.
Unless they're Bandit Gals, in which case they're smarter and more independent.
So basically Shy Gals > hypothetical Bandit Gals, fight me fgts.
So I wasn't planning on doing another draw until next thread or so, but here's a thought: I actually happen to have this Blooper girl, figured maybe you'd like to see her fuckin' around with some Shygals? (not my art but I haven't drawn anything of her since my PC crash last year)
I'll keep the idea logged on my to-do list then. I'd do it today but my drawhand ain't cooperating how I'd like.
Instead I'll ask for a quick interest check; Cum inflation edit, yes or no? (I'll guess yes)
I'm not personally a huge fan of pegnancy, due to personal moral grounds issues (silly I know but whatever) and the fact that it would be a taut, rounded belly rather than something bloated with fluids that would squish.
Cum inflation is really kind of my replacement for pregnancy for those reasons.
“Hey there boss, what’ll ya have?” the genial-looking giant behind the register asks through his three-day beard.
You shuffle in place for a moment, feigning interest in the menu board over his head. The hand you still have in your pocket fingers the small slip of paper you’d been given earlier in the week while your free hand reaches up to scratch animatedly at a nonexistent itch on your neck.
“I’d, uh like a number 13 to go, plenty of sauce, and a milkshake…”
The cashier’s eyes narrow.
“…and I’ve got a coupon.”
The cashier holds out his hand. You give him your “coupon”, a square of red paper bearing a white circle with three black dots on it, and wait. He holds it up to the light, scratches it with his nail, flexes it between his fingers, and performs a few other odd tests before he finally nods and points you toward a door marked “employees only”. On the other side is a fairly mundane storage room, piled high with boxes, but a paper sign marked with the same symbol as your coupon hangs from one wall, an arrow directing you further into the building. More signs line your path, eventually bringing you to your goal: a large and rather out of place looking wooden door, with a single shygal standing in front of it. She perks up when she spots you, but says nothing until you get closer, giving you a moment to take in her appearance.
Her robe is striped like that of a referee instead of the usual monochrome, and the mouth hole of her mask is cut in the shape of a friendly smile instead of the traditional “o”-shape, marking her as the supervisor of this particular chapter. She gives you a casual wave as you approach, her hands obscured by her too-long sleeves.
“Heya! Come to give us a little company?”
You smile and nod, the trepidation you’d had about this endeavor starting to melt away. A smile is always nice to see, even if its just a woodcut.
“Great. They’re getting’ a little lonely in there.”
She plants her hands on her hips and assumes a very official looking pose.
“If you’re here ya probably know the rules already, but I’ll run through ‘em real quick just for completions’ sake.”
She thrusts one of her hands out. Presumably she’s holding up a single finger, but the sleeve of her robe obscures it into a vague lump.
“Rule 1…eh…er” the shygal pauses a moment to try and shake her sleeve away from her hand, then frustratedly tugs it back to expose her outstretched finger.
“Rule 1:” she resumes, “Please don’t try to remove our masks or ask us for our real names. If you meet a shygal you particularly like, feel free to give her a nickname so you can ask for her when you come back. But that’s it.”
“Rule 2: Be nice. You don’t have to ask for permission to do something, but if your gal asks you to stop, stop. Though…” she shrugs distractedly and adds under her breath, “I haven’t seem ‘em actually do that yet.”
“Rule 3: No blabbing. We’re tryin’ ta keep this on the DL.”
She drops her hand and returns to her casual, slightly pigeon-toed stance.
You nod again.
“Great!” she declares, spinning around to unlatch the door and then stepping aside, “Have fun in there!”
She ushers you in and slams the door shut behind you, secluding you in the chamber. It’s a large room, rather larger than this building seems like it ought to be able to contain. The lights are turned low and supplemented with squat candles in wall-mounted sconces. Low furniture is scattered about the room, all of it rounded and with some amount of padding on it. Not a single hard edge or sharp angle to be seen, ensuring that one could go quite wild in here without worry. The most interesting feature of the room however, is the gaggle of hooded shygals occupying it, every one of which has turned her vacuous, round-eyed gaze to you.
1. This is a devoted Shygirls thread. The /i/ thread is Shygirls + other. Big difference
2. The focus here is on what's appealing about Shygirls beyond an image dump but also user input on created content.
3. While we do talk about others, it's in very, very short supply and it's more of a "by the way" thing than it is a "Well the topic says we have to diversify, so let's meet the quota" sort of thing.
1. The link is about a comic about Shygirl, not Goombella or Toadette, no one is asking about other enemies, did you even looked at the cross-board post?
2. Isn't about dumping the comic, is just finding the comic to share it with everyone here and >>>/i/
3. Your 3 point was completely uselesss
None of them seem to have anything to say about your sudden appearance. Not surprising, you’d heard that most of them would be too shy to speak. Still, being the center of attention for such a large, impassive group of people is a little unnerving, and you take a step back as they start to stir and close in on you. You turn tail and try to head back to the door, assuring yourself that you’ll come back some other time with a friend or two to keep you safe, but find your path blocked by a shygal who’s somehow managed to sneak up behind you. She stands about a head shorter than you, even with the bright yellow pumps her stocking-clad feet are tucked into. Her robe, adorned with the typical pair of brown leather belts, matches her shoes to a T. Her mask appears to be the standard cut, one round mouthhole and two eyeholes, though you can’t be entirely sure of the latter since a long lock of blonde hair peaks out between her hood and mask and obscures the right side of her “face”. Peering closer at the exposed parts of her mask, you can just barely make out the shape of some long eyelashes and plump, kissable lips hiding in the two holes you can see, but no more. The mask is too well-crafted, even if you could turn the lights in here all the way up its doubtful they’d reveal anymore. Shygal mask makers pride themselves on being able to hide their patron’s identities no matter the circumstance.
“Uh, hey.” You greet the shrouded woman before you, unsure of what else to do.
Predictably, she says nothing, merely continuing to gaze up and down your figure, assessing you in silence. You start to sweat, keenly aware that the rest of the shygals are taking this opportunity to form a ring around you. Abruptly, the yellow-clad gal blocking your path makes up her mind. She hikes her robe up in one fell swoop, exposing her pornographically-proportioned body. The garter belt holding her stockings in place is the only undergarment she has on; her heavy breasts and hot-pink sex are on full display. She cocks her head to the side inquisitively, awaiting your appraisal. She doesn’t seem to be in much of a hurry, in fact the pleasure she takes in exposing herself to you is quite clear. Her nipples quickly stiffen, standing out from her pebbly areola, and her vulva grows wetter by the second until her legs are slick with anticipation. It’s an entrancing sight, so much so that it’s not until she starts rubbing her thighs together in search of new stimulus that you realized you should probably do something and not just gawk like an idiot. Reminding yourself that these are probably less likely than anyone else to do you any harm, you reach out and cup one of her breasts.
“Why don’t we make ourselves more comfortable?”
I/m thinking of a club where clients who snitch or discover identities are turned into a Shygirls, unable to expose their identity and with a growing sex drive pushing them ditzier and ditzier. Or at least to point where they don't mind their new life.
The gang of masked women surrounding you take that as their queue to surge forward and lift the both of you off the ground. They deposit you on a broad lounge covered in throw pillows, the yellow shygal following shortly. She barely bounces once before she’s shuffled down between your legs. She begins pulling your pants off with evident excitement while her compatriots tug at your shirt. Your clothes disappear into the crowd as soon as they come off, the shygals who weren’t lucky enough to be within groping distance of you when you hit the ground contenting themselves with taking deep breaths of your scent and heavy-handed masturbation. Those who are able to reach you take their pleasure any way they can. Both your hands are guided under robes to soaked cunts and breasts ranging in size from nubile palmfulls to obscene pillows that threaten to swallow up your fingers. A particularly well-endowed shygal in a green robe with a window cut into the chest appears behind you to push you up into a sitting position and begin rubbing your shoulders. Another, feeling a bit bolder, stands up and positions her dewy womanhood directly in front of your face. Through it all, the yellow-clad gal between your legs lets her fingers dance up and down your stiffening member, playing mindlessly with you until you feel rivulets of pre running down your shaft. She feels them too and decides to move on to the next part of her act. Lining the hole in her mask up carefully with your shaft, she dips her head down and takes you into her mouth. She’s a cock-draining machine; each bob of her head, each protracted suckle, each flick of her tongue, they’re all timed perfectly to wear you down and make you cum with a quickness that would be shameful in any other situation. As she assaults your manhood, the gal standing over you pushes her snatch against your mouth, silently asking for some oral affection of her own.
You run your tongue over her once. She shivers and reaches down to spread herself. You take a moment to let her flavor linger on your tongue and enjoy the spectacle she’s making of herself before beginning to pleasure her in earnest. The gal fellating you sees this and rewards you by adding both of her hands to the mix, one stroking your length and the other gently cradling your balls. The sights, smells and sensations the sex-crazed mob is subjecting you to are more than you can take, and as the yellow-clad gal starts humming around your dick, you explode. She doesn’t miss a beat, letting the bulk of your release pump straight down her throat before drawing back and allowing the last spurts to fill her mouth. The gal standing over you hugs your face to her crotch, knees starting to tremble. Only a few seconds later she starts to cum, her fragrant release running down your chin. She lets go of you as she finishes and stumbles backwards into the waiting embrace of your fellater, who catches her and bends her over backwards. Looming over the exhausted gal’s masked face, she allows a stringy mess of semen and saliva to drip down from her mouthhole. Catching on quickly, she lunges up to catch the pearly gob her friend is offering her, managing an almost perfect bullseye; hardly a drop lingers on her mask once she’s finished.
None that I can think of at the moment. I'm not picky, just having some shygirl serial corruption is good enough for me!
If anyone else has a character they want to see masked they're free to jump on my request.
Arright, my hand refuses to go along any more, so have a WIP. I think you guys made me draw Shyguys too well that I forgot how to make faces...
Guess R4 was reading this thread too, just posted a shygirl
See I dunno about all this mind control/transformation stuff, but I love the idea of someone donning the mask and willingly becoming a slut through the same force that makes normal people douchebags on anonymous imageboards
If writefag is still looking for plot requests, can you do something where the main character starts finding clues about the shygals' identities (hair color, figure, skin shade, body language, etc) and how he decides to respond to it? Maybe even meeting them in normal situations, but both of them carrying the knowledge that they banged till they passed out in the Shy Lounge.
>someone donning the mask and willingly becoming a slut through the same force that makes normal people douchebags on anonymous imageboards
This this this so much. The blank, expressionless look of a Shyguy mask makes it that much flexible. It isn't trying to be human or bimboy, like many other mask fetishes/fetish masks, so there's no uncanny valley or tastelessness. I seriously gotta figure out how to make a nice mask...
>letting this thread die
The shy girls should have kinks, more than just wanting to screw a whole lot, some of them should have specific fetishes that they could conceivably be too shy to do without the mask
I WAS drawing something for this thread but shit got in the way so you'll have to put up with just some quick writing instead. I'd love some feedback or more ideas or whatever if you happen to tolerate me.
Yeppers. Posted that last one because a jpg was being spread around as opposed to the clean png.
Because I liked it so much, I decided to cap and save.
Something from HelixJack
Same anon. Went back to it. Not that impressive but hey it was good practice I guess.
Going to be finishing up the Ganondorf and Zelda piece tonight, but I need advice. I went with the Windwaker outfits (ganondorf's seemed so ideal for the shygal shift) but I can't decide between keeping kid Zelda and adding age progression along with Ganondorf's genderbend and both their transformations. Thoughts?
Same Anon. Found some other good stuff.
That's it from me.
here it is without the stupid see-through hair
Faint moans and whimpers assail your ears from all directions. Looking around, you see that the room has become a seething mass of sweat-soaked flesh. Too aroused to wait, the shygals who weren’t close enough to use you while you were immobilized have turned their titanic libidos on one another, thrusting their fingers into any hole they can find. Ordinarily, you’d find it difficult to harden up again after such a protracted orgasm, but in the face of this depraved display, it takes you only a moment. The green-robed amazon who’s been holding you rather chastely until now spots your readiness and slides her hand down your chest to grip it. She leans over your shoulder and begins stroking tentatively while her free hand gently pushes against your cheek to direct your gaze into her mask. Of course, she doesn’t speak, but something about her timid touch and body language tell you that she’s trying to ask if you’re up for another round. You nod wordlessly, reflecting that the gals’ silence is almost contagious. Words seem somewhat unnecessary here; everyone knows what they came for and it’s not a conversation.
While you wax philosophical, the green shygal stands up and plants her feet wide apart. She bends at the waist until her head is nearly touching the ground in a remarkable display of flexibility. Her robe rides up enough to expose her rear, uncovered in any way, like most of the room’s occupants. She grips the cheeks of her ample ass and spreads herself, making clear which hole she wants you in, before bringing her hands down to her ankles to steady herself.
There’s no sense making her wait, especially given how pent-up she must be, so you plant your hands on her ass, line yourself up, and plunge in. Her rear is quite accommodating, taking you to the hilt with no trouble, but she has enough muscle control to make you gasp when she clenches. More than gasp even. She’s capable of being vice-tight when it pleases her and loose enough for you to build up a frantic rhythm a split second later. It’s hard not to image her wearing a smugly self-satisfied grin under that mask as she looks at you over her shoulder. Regardless of what she may look like however, she sounds like a bitch in heat. Increasingly ragged breathing emanates from the hole in her mask, giving way to desperate coos and whimpers. She’s getting close. You shift your hands from her hips to her shoulders and pull her upright, holding her tight against you. A single finger makes its way to her swollen clit and starts teasing at her. Reaching back to stroke your cheek, she lets out an appreciative moan and starts to relax, letting you take her at your own pace. It’s not long after that that she starts squirming and convulsing in your embrace, caught in the grip of an orgasm that precipitates your own. She’s hardly more than a panting ragdoll by the time you’ve finished filling her rear with your seed, but the weak caresses she’s still capable of giving let you know that she enjoyed herself. She’s rather endearing, limp, flushed, yet still ever-so-affectionate in your arms, and you find yourself leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek. Her fully covered, ivory-masked cheek. The futility of the gesture occurs to you almost as soon as you feel the cool touch her mask on your lips, but she quickly reveals herself to have a rather different opinion. She covers her face with her hands and shakes her head in overwhelming embarrassment.