Lynn's suit isn't her only problem anymore.

Just stay still, Lynn. Terri will be finished up and the crowd will be leaving soon enough. Then you can get a little privacy and fix this... Lynn thought. She just really hoped Terri finished enjoying the attention soon, because every time the streamer accidentally adjusted her weight she brought herself a tiny bit closer to a much more embarrassing fiasco.

With her loins already so teased by her tight suit, the sudden invasion of two delicate fingers into Lynn's tight snatch resulted in a rush of wetness as well as a shrill yelp. Slapping a hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to avoid drawing attention to herself, Lynn could feel her cheeks reddening as she tried to figure out what had just happened.

The feeling was one Lynn recognized, but there was no way somebody's fingers could be inside her! Nobody was close to her, and that was ignoring the fact that her suit was in the way. Had... Had Joy done something to her suit?! Was this some kind of payback for vetoing her Torbjorn idea? It was a long shot, but what other explanation could there be?

"J-Joy?" Lynn called out with a shaky voice. "Can you... c-come over here a second?"

Joy stepped over to her uncomfortable friend. "What's up, Lynn? You've been acting kinda weird."

"Yeah, you'd know, wouldn't you?" Lynn sniped back. "Something's up with my suit..."

"And? I can't help fix it if you don't tell me what." Joy replied as she narrowed her eyes. "And by the way, I don't really appreciate your tone right now."