It was finally time.

Anon had waited months for this; the chance to meet his favourite vtuber, Ouro Kronii in person. However. It was unbelievably hot that day, and as he waited in line to enter the con, waited in line to get into the main area, waited in line to get into the room for the Holocouncil panel, and waited in line to meet Kronii, his sweat had thoroughly stained his clothes. As a result he felt a little hesitant to meet her, in fear he would embarrass himself due to his now unsavoury appearance.

But there was no time to worry about that stuff. It was his turn, and considering he would probably never get this chance again, decided to make the most of it. "Just have fun, try not to be too awkward." He thought. Walking into the room, he locked eyes with Kronii. Instantly his mind pulled a blank card, unable to think properly. Moving forward in a robotic fashion the sweaty man reached out his hand, but then retracted it, remembering how sweaty he was. "I.. U-uhh..." Was it inappropriate to talk about how sweaty you are to your oshi? "What's the matter, anon?" He snapped back to reality.

"Oh its just, uhm.. hot outside. I'm kind of sweaty, and didn't really think shaking hands would be a good idea." Upon closer inspection, Kronii herself was sweating quite a bit. Anon's sweat had appeared outside the con, then stained his clothes as he waited in line. Kronii likely would've been inside all day in the cool AC. Why was she sweating? was she nervous? "Oh.. That's alright. I mean, you came all the way here didn't you? You should at least shake hands with me!" Kronii surprised anon, not seeming nervous in the slightest... rather... giddy? excited? Her hands were clasped strangely tight and as he leaned in to shake hands a musky smell confronted him, reminding him of his room.

The two looked at each other as they reached out to shake hands. Kronii looked anon directly in his eyes, smiling a bit. Anon had difficulty maintaining eye contact, parshly taken aback by how eager she was. They shook hands, a wet, gooey, warm sensation-

What? anon looked confused for a moment, smiling awkwardly. Kronii maintained the same expression, saying nothing but breathing in a much more laboured manner. Anon glanced down at his hand, noticing some white substance seeping out from between their locked hands. Kronii's grip tightened significantly, her eye contact relentless. With her other hand she rubbed her skirt softly, revealing a subtle bulge, then rubbing his shoulder.

Anon didn't know what to do in front of the vtuber he had spent so much time watching, and spent so much time and money trying to meet. He then became acutely aware that unlike other meet-and-greets he had been to, there were no security or security cameras in the room. And also that depending on how he reacted, he might end up making and scene and being kicked out of the con, or worse. Eventually, after a long and deeply uncomfortable """"handshake"""", Kronii let anon out of her deathgrip, and silently waved him a goodbye, semen clearly visible on her hand.

Anon exited the room in a daze. He felt used, unclean on a spiritual level. He had read through many degenerate fics, however actually experiencing something like that was scarring.

Anon sighed as he left the con. "Time to upgrade my membership, I guess."