A little tease, and a pink slip

Camera's lit up all around Lynn as excitement declared war on shame. Her legs had the most subtle tremble while her pulse accelerated. She displayed her smile. I'm their queen, she thought. They're cheering for their queen. As the pitiful little scraps fluttered to the ground, Lynn cradled her chest. They sat atop her forearm, framing their firm shape for the eager audience. All for the twinkling cameras.

Lynn could read her fans, drinking in their lustful eyes locked onto her body. A smirk clashed with blush, as her palms slid underneath each breast, propping them up. Cool air washed under the space between them, a refreshing rush that only fueled the fire. The crowd cheered as she squeezed her tender flesh.

"Ever wonder what D.Va does when she's done pwning noobs?" Lynn rubbed her breasts, keeping the electricity flowing in her body. She leaned forward, trying to show off more of her assets, her crowd only growing. "She's always down for a little of this!" Her back arched, as she pinched her sensitive nipples, squeezing the buds. The swell of pleasure shook her body, forcing an audible moan as she closed her eyes. All she could hear was her own pulse and the vacuum of gasps.

Everyone adored the view of their queen, holding their cameras, taking pictures and videos. Each and every single inch of her skin appeared naked and free, while also commanding the eyes of her audience. Lynn's smile soon became natural, even allowing giggles while her careful hands massaged her liberated chest.

"Look at me, a proper naked D.Va. " Lynn put her hands behind her head, standing up straight and letting her chest sway. Her own way of waving to her subjects. "...Or am I?" She leaned back, pushing her hips forward. The camera's followed her directions as she gently parted her smooth thighs. One piece of her cosplay remained, an air-thin piece of fabric stuck to her. It bared a warm stain in the middle.

"I need to get rid of this silly thing, don't I?" Lynn peeked her tongue between her lips and winked at the crowd. They roared in agreement, all looking to her.

"Yes!
"I need that Happa pussy!
"DEW IT!"
"Strip the strip!"

Lynn smirked at all the **** nerds. She had a small sway to her hips as she walked back over to her MEKA, arching her back and extending her arms above her. "I think you're right. That little thing's gotta go!"

The nearly nude cosplayer lifted one bare leg up, and placing her foot on the side of the MEKA. With her legs spread wide, she lowered her head and looked between her legs at the last piece of "modesty." Her audience lowered and moved, some focusing on her smooth, perky bottom. The others directed her camera's towards the buried treasure.

"Okay, get your best shots in, you won't get another chaaaance!" Lynn winked again. "Hmmmmmmm, which way did this come off?" Her hand found its way to the pseudo thong. She gasped and threw her head back, the cover doing little to dampen contact with her own fingers. Lynn had no idea how that little strip held on, but she made the most of it. Slow fingers glided along the edges of the strip, unleashing euphoria on her mind. From a little above her kitty, to between the tight cheeks of her ass, she traced the thin material.

She opened her eyes, just to see her crowd. All of them looking to her, and that final piece of her cosplay. One of them laid on his stomach, trying to capture the best angle of everything between Lynn's legs. Lynn smirked, and pointed her naughty hand at him. "Go ahead, get a little closer. But you gotta share your video with everyone!"

He gave a frantic nod, and crawled closer. Once his camera was aimed up at everything Lynn had to hide, she resumed her tease.

Her fingers continued sliding along the edges of her underwear, spreading the moisture further. A thin layer of sweat coated her body, letting it shine under the lights and eating away at anything that remained of the adhesive. Part of her wanted to just rip it off, but she knew this would be a gif. This would be her highlight, and defining moment. Her patience held, while her fingertips circled the edges of the feeble strip like a shark, waiting to attack.

Then, she felt a corner begin to peel.