Thong!

Lynn shivered again. Everything was more intense. The heat of the score of bodies crowded in front of her, trapping her in the corner of the con with her MEKA. The flashing lights of the camera phones, stealing glimpses of her body; from her long, soft legs, to the come-hither curves of her hips, to the her infuriatingly coy strip of pink between her thighs, rising above her firm, flat tummy to the at long-last bared view of her tits.

"How about that?" Lynn said, modestly crossing a single arm her breasts, squeezing them higher, threatening to spill them over her forearm. With her other hand, she innocently held out her two pasties in her palm. "Was that what you wanted? Just a peek?"

Lynn smiled deviously, keeping her arm over her tits as she sashayed back to her MEKA and deposited her pasties into the same compartment she'd put her suit. The crowd howled for more as Lynn devilishly denied them. She took her sweet time rooting around in the MEKA, swaying her sweet little ass back and forth, savoring the power she had over her fans. She could stop right here. She could just hop in her MEKA and drive away, leaving them blue-balled and needing more than she would ever give.

But no. She'd promised... And Bunny Hapa always kept promises to her subscribers.

"More! More! More!"
"Take! It! Off!"
"Show us the bunny!"

"You're asking so much," Lynn sighed at the crowd's frenzied cries for more. She turned around, drew herself up, and dropped her arm just so to prop her breasts up like a shelf. She gave the boys and girls a smile and a wink. "But how can I refuse?"

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Lynn's hands slid downwards. She drew out every moment she could wring from her last few seconds of decency in a sensuous caress of every inch of skin, until at last she found herself teasing the edge of the tight-drawn strip atop her mound.

"Oh, I can't do it!" Lynn cried out, pressing her hands tight between her legs, squeezing her bare tits between her arms. "It's too much! I can't show myself like this!"

She whirled around and squatted down, making herself as small as possible- but giving everyone close a perfect peek between her spread legs. Her little pink underwear was pulled tight between her cheeks, and for those lucky few closest to her, they could see it stretched tight across her snatch.

"Take my energy!"
"Never give up! Trust your instincts!"
"Determination, girl!"
"Fuck you, memers- SHOW US YOUR PUSSY!"

"You really want more?" Lynn peeked over her shoulder. She got to her feet unsteadily. Heart pounding, she took a step towards the MEKA. "Really?"

"YES!" was the resounding reply.

"Guess I've got ****," Lynn breathed. She leaned her bare chest against her MEKA and wrapped a foot around its leg in a dangerously suggestive pose. She gasped again as the cold plastic hit her body. Her nipples were so hard, she was a little worried she'd scrape the paint right off.

Lynn teased a little longer in that pose, but at last, she turned to face the music. She took a deep breath and pinched her last remaining protection in her fingers. Slowly, delicately, she peeled the sticky pink end loose. She stared the cameras in the eye and put a finger to her lips.

"Our little secret," Lynn winked.

She let the little thong go. It whipped between her thighs with the unmistakable slap of soft skin, leaving the most popular pussy in cosplay defenseless.

Lynn's snatch was clean, smooth, and flawless in every way. She was a showgirl all the way down, with a tight little pussy that promised white-knuckle fucking for hours.