Get HammeredTime to 'fix' Lynn's bottoms.

The three of them ventured inside the cabin and looked around. It wasn't very big, just one room, and Kurt nearly had to duck just to stand up straight in the middle of the room. It seemed as though the cabins had once been home to massage parlors of some kind, because there was a long massage table in the middle of the room, with some chairs off to the side as well. Lynn couldn't imagine paying for a massage in a place like this. From HammeredTime, though... that might be a different story entirely.

Saki stayed standing, keeping close to the burly man like a dog guarding her territory. She didn't look directly at Lynn much, as if ignoring her rival would make her disappear. Lynn had to admit that Saki's costume was basically perfect, even in this low light. Even the wig looked good.

Suddenly Lynn realized what an opportunity she had been given when she felt cool air on her buttocks. One hand casually probed the extent of the damages on the outer layer of her swimsuit. The tear was probably getting worse, though the black thong was still intact. She smiled for a moment before pretending at distress. "Oh my God!" she gasped, putting one hand across her chest and the other on her rear. "My costume tore! It must have happened when you beat me, Saki!" That's right, lay the blame on Saki. That would make her seem more like a damsel in distress-- exactly the kind of woman Kurt-as-Reinhardt would pay close attention to.

HammeredTime, Lynn knew, had a reputation. Not the gross kind, of course. He was a perfect gentlemen to everyone that he met, just like Reinhardt. But his ability to do 'battlefield repairs' on displays was legendary. Lynn guessed that he probably had a repair kit on him at this very moment.

Her wish came true. A concerned look appeared on his face. "Really? Zat is awful! Here, lie on ze table here, I can fix it for you." He reached into the pocket of his swim trunks and pulled out a little sewing kit then and there.

Saki was fuming. This was going perfectly.