Lynn resigns herself to it

Seconds ago Lynn had been on the verge of bawling right then and there in the bathroom, but keeping composure in public was just a part of the informal 'Cosplayers' Creed,' as far as Lynn saw it. So she put on a happy face and winked, just as she knew that DVa would. "Sorry, what'd you say?" she said.

"I just love your makeup!" the strange woman said. "I'm a huge Overwatch fan, and I just thought I should say how much I love your DVa makeup cosplay!" Her smile was bright and earnest. Lynn could tell that she really meant what she was saying. "I was just wondering if I could get a picture with you?" The woman's eyes went up and down Lynn's body, but surprisingly, it wasn't a creepy look. She was genuinely appreciative of Lynn's entire look!

Lynn almost said "No" right away. She couldn't let her fans see her like this! Any cosplayer worth their salt had an image to maintain, of course. But then her mind wandered to that horrible Seras cosplayer and everything she had done, to the mother who had chastised her, and to those two terrible men who had stolen her pasties. After this sort of day, Lynn was spent.

And then... well, what image was there to maintain, now? She had just sprinted across the hall of the con with her nipples out for all to see. There was no doubt that cosplay forums would be swimming with images of "Bunny Hapa streaking" within hours if they weren't already. Every one of her fans would see them.

"Why not?" Lynn said, smiling DVa-tastically. After all, if there were going to be naked pictures of her online, why not make them good ones?

"Awesome!" the woman said, getting out her phone and turning it to camera mode. "Say cheese!" She pressed her face up against Lynn's.

Lynn arranged her hands in DVa's classic 'heart' pose, pushing her breasts together with her elbows so that both of her nipples could be seen through the heart.