Of course she doesn't!

"Fuck you!" Lynn said, shouting defiance to the end. Unfortunately for her, the end was in sight.

With a mighty tug, Lynn shot backwards out of her MEKA. She landed on her ass right in front of the crowd, bare but for gloves, two ruffled and useless sleeves, a collar, her miniscule pasties and strapless thong.

She stared into the crowd in shock. Their cameras stared back.

"Oh my God, it's that streamer!" said one girl.

"Yeah! It's that chick with all the dress-up!"

"Holy shit, it's Bunny Hapa!"

"No! S-stop!" Lynn said, crossing her arms over her breasts and curling her legs beneath her. She wanted to run, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything but cover up. "Don't take pictures of me!"

It was no use. The cameras caught her red-faced expression of utter humiliation and **** attempts to cover up. Some were lucky enough to snap a picture as she moved her arms, getting a glimpse of the pink pasties in the center of her breasts. And, of course, everyone tried to sneak peeks at the tiny strip of pink between her legs.

Lynn's mind went blank. The worst possible thing had just come true.