Lynn wakes up, gets a text and screams.

Lynn yawned and blinked the sleep from her eyes. It was 7:30 in the morning, but her alarm hadn't gone off. She had a moment of panic. It was the second day of SAX! She had to get up, primp, do her hair, adjust her costume, tune the MEKA, prep, prep, prep! She looked over to Joy's side of the bed. How could she have let this happen?!

Joy was gone, but her cosplay was all over the floor. Lynn hadn't heard the shower go on. What was that girl doing? She had to help everyone get ready for the cosplay contest! How else was the whole 'BB Brigade' thing going to pay off? Lynn snatched up her phone to give Joy a piece of her mind...

...and froze when she saw herself in nothing but her skimpy cosplay underwear. She was posing next to a familiar girl in bat-patterned panties. Lynn had peeled down the girl's panties to show that the carpet didn't match the drapes. Lynn's fury froze in a heartbeat.

Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was a screenshot of Lynn's stream showing her buried face-first in Joy's muff. From the camera's angle just behind Lynn's ass, her friend's pale tits took up half the screen. Lynn looked to the final two texts with dread.

Akane "Saki-chan" Shibasaki: So much for going pro
Akane "Saki-chan" Shibasaki: Slut

"Fuck you, whore," Lynn spat. She slammed her phone on her nightstand. Of course her biggest rival would rub her face in it. She'd just seen Lynn's hopes and dreams go down in flames.

Everything that had happened yesterday flooded back into her head. She'd gotten stripped, lost her costume in the crowd, then gotten ****. And then... she'd quit the cosplay competition. She, Choi Hyo-Rin, had just given up. There hadn't been a choice. With no cosplay, Lynn couldn't compete. She could try and track her outfit down somehow, but knowing the crowds at SAX, some asshole had probably sold it off to the highest bidder or some other perverted shit.

And then she'd turned one of her best friends into a camgirl slut without her even knowing.

She'd been banned from Twitch, leaving her with no way to make money. Her spotless image, ruined in a single day with pictures of her #buttholehapa being passed around like candy.

Joy had even walked in on her in the shower and brought dildos. Like Lynn was a full-on dyke. Joy had thought they were more than just friends. She still might think that... at least until she heard about what Lynn did. Could she pass it off as an accident?

No. There was no going back from this. She had to own up to how she'd violated Joy's trust. She could handle losing her stream; she'd be back soon enough. She could handle losing a contest; there was always next year. What she couldn't handle was losing Joy.... no matter how amazing it had been to eat her out with almost twenty thousand people watching. Twenty thousand-plus people, all talking, all watching, masturbating to her. She shuddered and tried to push the image out of her head. How many people would she get if she publicized that kind of stream? She could make so much money if she just-

The money! Lynn grabbed her phone. How much had she earned last night?! She pulled up her donation bot with trembling hands.

She screamed.

Eleven and a half thousand dollars screamed back at her.