Lynn checks the damage on the interwebs. (--Camgirl Route START--)

It had been an adventure she could have lived without, but Lynn had finally gotten back to her hotel room without further incident. She'd boosted the MEKA out of the convention, hidden it behind her hotel, found a service elevator and rode it up with some Solid Snake-levels of sneaking. The whole time she'd been wearing nothing but her three bits of adhesive pink cotton.

Some people might have gotten a charge out of streaking. Lynn hated every moment; it just reminded her of what she'd left back at the Con. Her cosplay, her dignity, her reputation. She was afraid of seeing exactly what kinds of pictures had hit the internet.

A steam-filled shower later, Lynn had her MacBook on her lap, prepared for the inevitable shitstorm. Her twitter feed was on fire. The tags made her stomach churn.

#Cosplay #D. Va #Bunny Hapa #nsfw #exhibitionism #Buttholehapa

"Butthole Hapa?!" Lynn whined loudly. "Wha... why..."

Sure enough, the most popular picture by far was from the moment when she'd turned around, bent over and slapped her ass like a stripper. Her cheeks were spread obscenely, and the pink strip between her legs wasn't enough to cover everything.

"I'm the one and only Bunny Hapa, Cosplay Queen! You all can kiss my ass!"

The memory burned hot with embarrassment. That move was cheesy, shameless and stupid. Lynn wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

The rest of her "photo shoot" with Seras was there, too, especially the bit where she groped the other girl's vampire-pale boobs. Interestingly, there weren't any pictures of the quick flash beneath Seras's panties. Either no one had gotten a clear shot, or the crowd was keeping it for themselves.

With great infamy came greater idiocy. The comments on Lynn's feed were the worst she'd ever seen: flame wars between her "fans," thirsty 'channers accusing them of being white knight beta cucks, and a thousand demands for her to take off those tiny pink pieces of underwear.

Lynn pushed the computer away and sank her head in her hands. There was no way she could get into any cosplay contests after this, not for a long time. She couldn't even put all the work she'd put into the "Bunny Hapa" name on her resume!

She'd lose her fun fans and dedicated subscribers on Twitch, the ones who actually cared about gaming with her or learning about cosplay. Now she'd just have people spamming the chat with butts and demands for tits.

What could Lynn do now? Run and hide? Give up cosplaying forever and become a nun? But then... what would she do for fun?

Lynn stared at her laptop's screen. Her copy of Open Broadcasting Software stared back.

Con wasn't over just yet.