Kiona to the rescue

Lynn kept screaming.

The door exploded open and Kiona catapaulted through in her underwear. Every inch of her well-muscled body was tense and ready for action. Real life superheroes had to be ready to fight crime 24/7, even if the uniform was a thong and too-small Metroid t-shirt.

"Lynn?!?" Kiona demanded. "What happened?! Burglars? Peeping Toms?! Where?!"

"I didn't get robbed! I'm fucking rich!" Lynn shouted. She didn't care about the fact that she was in her pajamas and probably about to get the whole floor crowding around her door. "I just made twelve thousand fucking dollars!"

"Are you serious?" Kiona asked. "How?!"

"I'm the fucking queen of the internet, that's how!" Lynn shrieked. "I get all the donation money! All of it! It's all mine!"

"Great for you." Kiona eyed Lynn up and down. "Now tell me the truth."

"Uh..." Lynn's cash-fueled high came crashing down. "What makes you think I'm lying?"

"You mean, other than the fact that we're all in college, you're an amateur cosplayer and a sometimes-funny streamer at best?"

"Hey!"

"Come on. Marigold manages your stuff, and that means I know exactly how much money you get off your stream. You just don't put out enough stuff to get the big hits. That, and you fucking disappeared halfway through the biggest convention of the year!" Kiona gave an exasperated sigh. "Now tell me. What did you do yesterday to suddenly earn twelve grand?"

"So. Ah. Heh." Lynn sputtered. She edged towards the open door. Pajamas or no, she might need to make an escape pronto. Kiona was her friend- but she was scary when she got angry.