Joy steps in to "help" Lynn.

Joy looked down at Lynn. The poor D.Va was limp and sprawled on the floor, hands glued to her crotch, trying to covertly pick her camel toe out of her aching pussy and failing spectacularly. It looked more like she was rubbing herself off than anything else.

As much as Joy liked seeing her haughty friend put in her place, there was a limit to everything. Lynn was a bit of an attention whore, but she made decent money doing it. Of course she'd try to juice up her business a little. Joy could find it in her oh-so-generous heart to forgive her after a serving of humble pie.

"All right, show's over, folks," Joy said as the laughter died down. A few of the crowd kept taking photos, but Joy-as-Mei drew her frost gun and raised it threateningly. "Freeze, boys. She's AFK, remember?"

The photographers grudgingly lowered their cameras. Joy gave them an icy glare, but holstered her gun. With that, she knelt down next to Lynn.

"How's the suit holding up?" Joy asked with a straight face. "Did that kid break it earlier?"

"I- I think so," Lynn panted. "I-it's tingling... and pulling on my..."

Joy raised an eyebrow. She'd suspected the suit's stretch-tech could get up close and personal with the girl downstairs, but this was on a whole new level. The possibilities were endless.

"All right, skin-tight. Let's get you covered up and ready for prime time," Joy said with a giggle. She unzipped Mei's heavy parka and drooped it around her friend's waist, leaving herself with just a blue tank top and spandex leggings.

Lynn gratefully accepted the cover, but it didn't do anything to help the slowly re-building heat between her thighs. Even worse, she didn't know how, uh, absorbent her cosplay was. She was already hot and heavy down there, she didn't need to be any wetter than she already was. A single dark stain showing in the wrong place was awful- no, terrible! She'd never live it down.

"What did you... you know... see?" Lynn whispered as Joy began to tinker with the control box between her shoulders. "How bad was it?"

"You really made an impression- and not just the impression between your legs," Joy snickered. "I'm so sorry your cosplay showed everyone your cooter. That must be horrible when something like that happens."

Lynn flushed even redder. "That was your fault. You should have designed this better."

"Hey!" Joy said, halting her repair work. "Don't be a bitch. I designed this perfectly! You just couldn't handle a little beta testing."

"Oh, shut up," Lynn huffed. "It's not like you care about cosplay anyway."

"What did you just say to me?" Joy said, her voice going cold.

"You heard me," Lynn said. "You're just in it so you can get good grades for crappy technology. You don't care about staying in-character, or coordinating group cosplay, or even making your own costume!"

"I wanted to be Torbjörn," Joy hissed, "But you shot that down. You don't care about anything I do for this group. In fact, you don't even care about anyone but yourself! You always have to be the biggest fucking attention whore and plug your stupid stream!"

"You fat-assed bitch!" Lynn spat.

"You fake-ass skank!" Joy shot back. "You know what? Fuck this. Have fun fixing your precious cosplay by yourself."

Joy twisted a tiny dial in Lynn's cosplay control box all the way to MAX and stepped back. She watched with satisfaction as Lynn seized up and started twitching underneath Mei's parka.

"Aaah... Ffff-Fuck!" Lynn gasped. "Joy, p-please... sto- AH! Stop it!"

"Keep the coat," Joy sneered. "If I want it back, I'll just follow the puddles."

With that, she walked over to where Terri stood. The poor newbie had no idea what had just happened.

"Come on, Tracer," Joy said. "Let's go chill with someone cooler than her."

"Uh... okay, Mei," Terri said uncertainly.

"N-No!" Lynn pleaded, her voice barely louder than a squeak. She watched helplessly as Joy led Terri away, leaving the electrified Lynn alone with the MEKA.