Mei wins. Oh, Joy.

The crowd loved D.Va's supple, smooth spandex. They whooped for Tracer's oh-so-tight tights. Make no mistake, they loved every second of ogling the ladies' beautiful butts.

But they went absolutely bonkers for Mei's block-busting badonkadonk.

"Mei! Mei! Mei! Mei!" they chanted, eventually joining together as one. The few nonbelievers were quick converts as Joy flipped her parka up her back, giving them a clear view. The hidden sexy was the best kind, and they relished every flash of Joy's bodacious behind.

Joy couldn't have cared less what the crowd thought. The look on her friend's face, however, was priceless. "Guess I'm just better at this than you," she taunted. "Sorry. Can't win 'em all, D.Va."

Then, just to rub her victory in Lynn's face, she bent over and slapped her own ass hard enough to jiggle all the way down her thigh. "Check it out, boys. You can look, but don't touch- you'll get frostbite!"

"I'm not a good loser," Lynn growled as the crowd cheered. This crowd must have been made up of totally tasteless idiots- it was the only explanation. But even in defeat, she could turn it to her advantage. Every photo with her in it would be more followers- she just had to cause a little drama to shift the focus back to her, and bam. Cash money.

Plus, getting back at Joy was always fun. She still owed her for that vibrating seat prank...

Lynn slid beside Joy. "You like what you see?" she called out. "Well, feast your eyes!"

"What are you-"

Lynn seized the back of Joy's spandex and tugged her pants down as hard as she could. The skintight leggings swept down her butt, crested her thighs, and collapsed in a pile around Joy's feet. Not only that, Lynn had also tugged down Joy's pair of white panties; she was bare-assed in the convention center!

"Aaah!" Joy shrieked while the crowd roared with laughter. She quickly tugged her parka down over her jiggling ass. It covered her, but just barely- a hint of soft pink cheeks peeked out from the bottom flap. "What the hell?!"

A few lucky photographers had pressed their shutters just quick enough to catch Joy's ass, but most of them had missed the split-second it took for her to cover herself. Now all they saw was a pair of leggings and tiny pool of white cotton in between Joy's feet.

"Y-you bitch!" Joy shouted. "You are such a sore loser!"

"I'm just giving the crowd what they want," Lynn smiled. "You planning on staying like that? Or do you want me to help you?"

Joy snarled. She carefully bent down to tug her leggings back up, but she couldn't cover herself completely. As she did, her parka rode up her backside, exposing almost half her ass. She quickly tugged her pants back into place, but feeling herself bounce and jiggle as she did was almost as embarrassing as being naked again. Not to mention she'd be picking at the way her panties were riding her ass until she could fix it somewhere.

Lynn pressed her fingers together in the shape of a heart. "No need to thank me, boys! My treat!"