Absolutely not! Lynn has to pull out the big guns.

"Lynn, I don't want to show off!" Marigold protested through the door. "I just want to have fun with my friends!"

Lynn tugged her hair in frustration. Didn't Mari realize how important she was? Her boobs were the BB Brigade's ace in the hole! If what Kiona said was true, Mari could blow the entire DD brigade out of the water without even trying.

If Lynn could get Mari to come along, she'd finally get to put her rival, Saki-chan, in her place. She'd show Saki that just because she had big boobs, she couldn't expect to have a higher sub count than Lynn. When they'd first met on the biggest cosplay message board, Saki had pitied Lynn. Tits get tips, Saki had said. Well, Lynn had set out to prove that tits weren't everything; it was the attitude that brought in the big donations.

When it came to boobs, there was always a bigger fish. Saki-chan might have been a great white shark, but Marigold was a killer whale.

"You think you'll have 'fun with your friends' cooped up in there?" Lynn argued. " While we're all partying at the beach, you'll just sit there, alone, eating ice cream and getting fat!"

"I'm not fat..." Mari whimpered. Her hands went to her chest unbidden.

"Oh, really?" Lynn pressed. "You could never keep up with me on campus. You'd always stop and lean over, panting, and show up late to class like a slacker! You've seen the looks Kiona gives you, she pities slow people!"

Mari made a high-pitched whine.

Of course, both Lynn and Kiona knew Marigold had only been out of breath because of her tight breast bindings, but she wasn't about to say it. It was time to move in for the kill.

"You never go swimming! You never go jogging! You never go dancing! You never do anything exciting, and if you don't come with us you're gonna get fat and slow and Kiona's gonna leave you in the dust!"

"Stop it," Mari whimpered. "Please..."

"Then you should have no problem wearing that suit," Lynn finished. "If it fits, there's no one in the world who'd call you fat."

The lock clicked and Mari's door opened the slightest of cracks. Her hand slid through, and Lynn knew the argument was over.

"Suit up, girl," Lynn smiled. "If you hurry, I might have time to get you a sarong."

"Um..." Mari's voice was barely above a whisper. "Could you also get me, a, um..."

"Get you a what?"

"...A razor?"

It was Lynn's turn to blush. "Oh! Ah, yeah. Of course. Just... how long has it been, since... you know..."

"...A while," Mari whispered.

"Clippers and razor," Lynn said, clearing her throat. "Got it."