Lynn's maebari.

Marigold's nervous fingers brushed over a tiny strip of warm fabric.

She instinctively took the cotton in her grip and started rubbing it between her fingers. Somehow it felt reassuring to have soft cotton in her hand, even there was a hint of a wet spot. That sensation quickly disappeared when Marigold's finger stuck to the end of the strip.

Marigold jumped in surprise and pulled her hand out of her bag. Her index finger was stuck to a patch of adhesive on one end of a strip of pink cotton that had appeared in her bag from nowhere at all. She set the bag down and tugged on the stretchy mystery, and after a second of peeling, promptly got it stuck to the inside of her bag.

Marigold was still confused. What was this thing? It looked a little like a pink blindfold, but it was too short and thin for that. Who made blindfolds that were widest at the end and sticky at the edges?

Marigold investigated further. She peeled it away from the bag and stared at the whole thing. There was a bit of a darker discoloration in the center, and there was slightly more fabric there too.

"Did you do this?" Marigold asked her new frisbee suspiciously.

The frisbee didn't reply.

"Well, you'd better un-do it," Marigold muttered. She peeled the sticky cotton off her bag, set it in the frisbee, and pressed the button that lit up when she did.

Lights, camera, D.Va!

"Buffs are for crybabies!" Lynn said, giving the cameras what she hoped was an award-winning smile. "Nerf this!"

Lynn scanned the crowd. Just a few more minutes to get optimum exposure time, then move on to the next show floor to get a new crowd, rinse, repeat. New pose time? New pose time. She cocked her hips, flexed her legs, and...

Lynn let out a yelp of surprise as her bare little clit rubbed roughly against the taut seam of her suit.

"W-wha... Ah!" Lynn gasped. She flung her hands to her crotch and winced. Every time she shifted her weight, it felt like she was rubbing herself raw.

Terri and Joy stopped to stare at her in concern. Lynn gave them a wave. Didn't they know it was their job to draw attention away from her?!

"What's wrong?" Terri asked.

"Nothing," Lynn winced, trying to keep her lower body as still as possible. "Nothing's wrong. Just keep posing!"

Whatever had happened, Lynn knew something had definitely gone wrong with her strapless panties. Without them, she was completely at the mercy of a prototype suit that stretched and rubbed wherever it felt like. It wasn't meant to be worn without protection!

Lynn just had to not move until the set was over. Just stand nice and still against a pillar, and then she'd wave the crowd away and pick her suit out of her lady bits.

The frisbee hummed again. Marigold bit her lip. Hopefully, whatever it did would send the weird pink blindfold back where it came from. Unfortunately, Marigold didn't realize that the blinking light was the "retrieve" button telling her it was ready to fire again.