Putting the moves on HammeredTime.

Lynn strode past Saki toward the massage table, looking proud as a peacock. There's no doubt that she had caught on to Lynn's little scheme, and she didn't look happy. But she couldn't exactly say anything about it to HammeredTime, either. It wasn't as if Lynn was making up the tear in her bikini bottoms, and Kurt was just being a gentleman. Well, a gentleman that would soon be up close and personal with Lynn's rear end.

Lynn climbed up onto the massage table, making sure to make big long leg movements-- the larger the tear in her bikini bottoms, the better. She couldn't believe that she was so okay with her clothing being torn, and after all the work that had gone into them. Well, she and Joy could always make more costumes. She would never get this chance with HammeredTime again, and especially not one where she could show up Saki-chan.

She lay herself flat, stretching herself out and placing her arms under her head so she was nice and comfortable. She made sure to stick her ass up in the air a little bit-- just to be even more enticing for Kurt, who was still fiddling with his repair kit a few feet away. Finally, Lynn made sure to turn her head toward Saki so she could get a full view of what that hateful woman was doing the whole time.

Kurt slowly approached the table with his needle and thread in his strong hands. "Zis is excellent vork," he says, looking over Lynn's bathing suit. "Did you do zis yourself?"

Lynn grinned. "Mostly," she said. It's not as if he needed to know every detail of her partnership with Joy.

"Vell, it is very impressive!" he said. And then he got to work. It was careful at first. He would only touch the edges of Lynn's bathing suit, the parts that weren't tight to her body. After all he was there to mend the tear in her outer layer, and the inner layer was perfectly fine. But sometimes Lynn would push back against his touch, rubbing her butt against his fingers, and it seemed that in time the muscular cosplayer 'got the picture.' As the minutes wore on, he got grabbier and grabbier. Eventually, Lynn could tell that the tear was basically mended, but still Kurt whittled away at the details. It had to be just right, of course. "Ve must ensure zat zis does not happen again," HammeredTime said, his breathing a little labored. "Excuse me, but I vill try a stress test." Lynn knew what he had in mind right away. Soon Kurt's hands were all over her bum, grabbing her cheeks and massaging them. The bathing suit seemed to be holding up perfectly well, but he had to continue... for thoroughness' sake, of course.