Baring it all for everyone to see!

Every second brought dozens more flashes as Lynn posed for the camera. She emulated the poses she had seen in swimsuit magazines and K-pop performances. She really couldn't bring herself to care that everyone would see her. Who really cared, anyway? The biggest American actresses did nude scenes and photo shoots. Lynn was just asserting her place at the top of the cosplay game, that was all.

"Ha-pa! Ha-pa!"

The chants were getting louder. "Take it off!" some people screamed. She was surprised to hear that it was a pretty even mix of girls and guys. "Take it off!" More and more people were joining in. The call was rippling through the crowd like a wave, gaining more traction as it reached more people. "Take! It! Off! Take! It! Off!"

The chanting mixed with the cries of her name. "Ha-pa!" "Take! It! Off!" "Ha-pa!" "Ha-pa, take! It! Off!"

Lynn basked in the glory of the crowd's adoration, feeling the heat of the lights and the pounding noise of their cries. This was, without a doubt, the greatest moment of her life. The way they wanted to see her, the way they wanted more of her, the way they were thinking about her and screaming her name... it was incredible. Transcendent. Like nothing she had every had in her life.

Listening to the sound of the chanting crowd, which had all joined in to scream the same three words over and over, Lynn knew that there was only one way that she could make this moment even better.

Everyone had already basically seen her naked, after all. They cheered for her and her body in a way that she had never thought they would, looking past all the little imperfections she saw in the bathroom mirror when she examined herself for hours. And, well, if they were making her feel so good... why not give them what they wanted?

Lynn struck a pose again, covering her breasts with her arm and her sex with one hand. She had a smile on her face, and she winked to the crowd. Her legs were spread apart in a confident stance-- she was in control here, and she would only show off what she meant to show off. And what she meant to show off was everything, every inch of skin, for anyone who wanted to see and adore her.

In one, swift motion, Lynn tore off both strips of fabric covering her tiny brown nipples. The strip covering her tight slit came off, too, just as quickly. All three of the pink strips of adhesive fabric went sailing into the crowd, and Lynn struck a final pose, the classic boob-and-butt, one hand behind her head as she winked to her adoring fans, the other slapping her exposed ass. She was the queen, and this was her kingdom. No one was going to bring her down because no one could. She owned this.

"Ha-pa! Ha-pa! Ha-pa!"