Joy returns the favor.

Joy glared. If Lynn wanted to play dirty to get more attention, then she was going to get more attention than she could handle.

While Lynn mugged for the cameras, Joy zeroed in on her target: the plastic control box on Lynn's back. It housed the custom-built electronics and power for Lynn's one-of-a-kind D.Va cosplay: Joy had designed it herself, and it had gotten her a pretty darn good grade to boot. She knew every inch of its delicate switchboard, and what every coil and circuit did.

Of course, that also meant Joy knew just which wire to pull to make Lynn regret pulling down her pants.

"Quit hogging the camera!" Joy huffed. Knowing it was what would piss Lynn off the most, Joy jumped beside her and swung her prize-winning hips hard enough knock D.Va out of the spotlight. Lynn stumbled sideways and stared daggers at Joy, but recovered her composure quickly.

"We can share. I still love you," Lynn said sweetly, spouting off yet another perfect D.Va line. She slid beside Joy and thrust her chest into her face, knowing it would drive the boys wild.

"Mmf," Joy grumbled. Stupid Lynn and her stupid boobs. They weren't even that big, not really. She knew exactly how much padding had gone into that suit.

Cameras flashing, Joy leaned into the hug, slid her arm around Lynn's back, and plucked a single wire from Lynn's control box. A second later, Lynn broke away, all smiles and ready for more autographs. She didn't know that her suit had lost one critical piece: the wire regulating her suit's tightness. Without it, there was no controlling how form-fitting that magic bodysuit might get.

Joy smirked and waited for the inevitable.