A group shot "for the internets." (--Route DETOUR: Mei & Tracer--)

"Well, I was thinking, since you're all totally awesome... could I maybe get all three of you in one photo? You know, for the internets." The boy grinned a big dorky grin.

"Oooh, the internets?" Lynn put a hand to her chest in mock surprise. She made sure to 'accidentally' jiggle one boob up and down. "Even the secret ones full of Omnic cyber-warriors?"

"Uh..."

"JK! LOL!" Lynn laughed, smacking him on the shoulder. It was so easy to mess with nerds when she was in full costume. "Sure thing, bronze tier. Just let me round up the gang."

First she cajoled a grumbling Joy-as-Mei away from the MEKA with well-timed puppy dog eyes. It was harder to drag Terri away from her own geek-out session over a Thor cosplay (despite Thor being a dime a dozen at any real convention).

"He's absolutely brilliant!" Terri said, rocking back and forth on her heels. "And his abs! Oh, I could grind meat on those!"

"Save that for the after-party," Lynn smiled. "For now, let's give our adoring crowd something to look at."

With one hand, Lynn grabbed Terri around the shoulders and pulled her close. With the other, she rubbed the shorter Joy's head. It put her, D.Va, right in the center of the photo: just where she belonged. Their eager fans snapped picture after picture.

A wicked idea popped into Lynn's head. She tilted her head, smiled, and beckoned the nerd over. If she could get Joy to get in on what she had planned, their photos would be all over Twitter in a nanosecond.

"Hey, bronze tier!" she called out. "C'mere!" The nerd stepped out of the crowd tentatively, sliding into the spot Lynn had made in their formation. She pulled him close to her oh-so-tight costume and gave a devilish grin. If he was about to cream his pants now, she had to see what he'd do next.

The other two girls watched with equal parts curiosity and confusion as Lynn pointed between herself, Terri and Joy. "So," she said. "Of the three of us... which one has the best butt?"

Bronze tier choked on his own drool. Joy stared blankly at Lynn and gave her a flat "what." Terri blinked, but then giggled madly and spun in a circle, giving their captive another 360-degree view of her tight yellow spandex.

"I-I don't know." The pressure from the crowd's jealous eyes and the soft sensation of Lynn's lycra against his skin was getting to him. He was about to pop, Lynn knew it. Time to make his year.

"Well, then... I guess you'll have to compare and find out!"

Lynn let the shocked nerd go. Quick as lightning, she slid behind Joy and grabbed the bottom of her parka, pulling it straight up in the air. Underneath it, Joy wore skintight yoga pants that Lynn had pained to match Mei's in-game outfit. They showed off Joy's bodacious behind like she was wearing nothing at all: her full, ample ass jiggled mightily as Joy slapped at Lynn's hands.

"Oh, fuck off, D.Va," Joy said, only barely staying in character. She tried to tug her cosplay free from Lynn's grip, but Lynn was resolute in letting the crowd get all the pictures they wanted.

"Ice cold," Lynn smirked.

Terri-as-Tracer, meanwhile, was not to be outdone. She slid into place right next to Joy and stuck out her own fit, tight ass, covered only in her own yellow costume that plunged between her cheeks. Lynn wiggled her own assets while keeping Joy's parka lifted, showing off a delightful midpoint between the two. D.Va's butt was definitely not as inviting and soft as Mei's, not quite so sleek and straining at her suit's fabric as Tracer's, but just the right mix of supple bubble and curve to be a delight all its own.

Cameras flashed, the twenty or so crowd members cheered, and Lynn knew she'd won her spot on the Internet's front page. She listened for the name. Which derriere would they decide to cheer for? Whose booty was the best?