Nope. In fact, there's even a way to 'fix' this

(Time for the long-awaited continuation!)

The woman cosplaying as Tracer, Holly, was doing so for a reason. She absolutely loved the woman who graced the cover of the game, even more so when it was revealed she was in a lesbian relationship as Holly, too, was in one. When given the chance to join her friends in cosplaying the entire Overwatch female cast in swimsuits, she jumped at the opportunity.

Which was why she had to bite her tongue and fight back the urge to sock David in the face when he suggested he fuck her to make her like cock. As if simply being fucked by some random dude's cock would suddenly turn her (or Tracer) into some dick loving slut for his pleasure.

But as the affable Lena, she had to respond a little differently.

"I don't understand." She said calmly in her heavy British accent. "I don't even really want you to lay a hand on me at all, how will you fucking me turn me from being a lesbian? Isn't that ****?"

"We don't have time to worry about stuff like that!" The D.Va cosplayer interjected, her tits jiggling as she turned to them. "We have a dick sucking competition to win! Don't you want to win against...hey, wait, who are we competing against?"

"The female members of Talon, of course." David answered.

D.Va's eyes widened. "Did you hear that!? We have no idea how much better they might be! That Widowmaker chick must be a cock sucking fiend, she oozes sexuality!"

"Since when do you pay attention to that sort of stuff?" Tracer asked with a nervous smile on her face.

"Please. I know a lot of my male fans are there just to see me in the body suit. But Widowmaker? We won't stand a chance against her unless we practice. So please, just let this man **** you!"

Tracer was so caught in indecision that she didn't notice David undoing her bikini top in a similar way he did to the D.Va cosplayer.

"Yeah, Tracer...You need to help out, for the team. For Overwatch. Imagine the people you'll inspire if you win this. The world needs more Heroes, right?"

Nathalia was not happy. Her two friends weren't responding to her calls.

"Damn it..." She thought to herself as she made her way down artist alley in search of her friends, phone in hand. She had just sent her 7th call to her. "Holly better have a damn good reason...Finally!" Her phone buzzed in her palm, the screen indicating that Holly was calling her back.

She put it up to her ear and answered."Holly? Damn it, where are you? We're supposed to be meeting up for the shoots..."

All she could hear was rhythmic moaning her friend was making. "Nat-er...Symmetra!Quickly, mmm....get to room 250! We have to go over-mmmm....over our current situation!"

"Fuck, Holly, really? Some dude got you doing roleplaying? Fuck, I'm not touching that, there's no time for it, I'll just.-"

"Hey, Symmetra, I'll need you to get into character." David's voice unexpectedly came through. Nathalia sighed, having heard and received an order from a man, even over the phone, meant she had to obey. Her face, so full of anger, almost went completely emotionless. She did her best to imitate Symmetra's neutral, yet slightly uppity stare.

"Tracer, what is the current situation?" Nathalia asked in her very practiced Indian accent.

She could hear a bit of muffling as the phone was handed back to Holly."I'm in room 250, like I said- argh! I currently have a man's cock up my bum! I'm being **** so I can stop being a lesbian and enter the dick sucking competition!"

"I'm afraid I don't follow, Tracer. Why would you need to be ****?"

"It might be better-mmm!!...if you come here and find out for yourself..."