She demands Seras pose topless for photos with her.

The group of con-goers surrounding the nearly-naked Seras cosplayer couldn't keep their hands to themselves. They tickled her soft tummy, ran their hands over her wide hips, pinched the back of her bare thighs, and slapped her butt so hard it made the bats on her panties look like they were flapping their wings.

"Stop! STOP!" Seras screamed.

One boy reached for her boobs. Seras clenched her arms to her modest breasts defensively, but a pale nipple slipped out over her arm and the boy quickly tweak her defenseless nub. Seras yelped and slapped him away.

Lynn could see she was losing control of the crowd fast. She had to remind them who was in charge, or else things might get wilder than she wanted them to be.

"That's enough!" Lynn shouted in her best "camp counselor" voice. "Keep it PG-13!"

The crowd reluctantly drew back from Seras, but only slightly. Lynn sauntered up beside her and smiled. "Who's hot shit now, faker?"

"P-please stop," Seras said, her voice trembling. "Just let me go."

Lynn almost felt sorry for the girl. She'd just been groped and fondled by a bunch of nerds; no matter what she'd done to Lynn, it hadn't been that. There were two things that kept her from letting Seras go, though: this bitch had given away her D .Va cosplay. Lynn had worked hard on that, and now it was as good as gone. That, and she'd **** Lynn into prancing around on stage in her underwear and making it look like an act.

If Lynn was going to come out of this with any dignity whatsoever, she needed to finish that "act" on a high note.

"Fuck no," Lynn said. "You're paying for what you did. You stripped me out of my best cosplay ever. You called me a bitch and a slut. Well, payback's a bitch too."

"W-what are you going to do?" Seras asked fearfully. One of her hands slid down to clutch the waistband of her white panties.

"You're gonna let these scrubs take twice as many pictures of you as they did of me..." Lynn grinned wolfishly, "And you're going to pose with me, and you'll do whatever poses I want you to. Topless."

"B-but..."

"What's the matter?" Lynn snapped. "You're just some no-name cosplayer with fake tits. No one will care about you. You should be happy you get to be in the same shoot as me."

Seras clutched her arm to her breasts tighter and gripped her panties even harder. She didn't respond.

"Fine," Lynn shrugged (not caring that it made her boobs jiggle ever so slightly). "I'll just leave you to the care of these lovely people and let them take care of you however they want. I'm sure they'll keep it PG-13 in this dark little corner of the Con."