Yes, Lynn confesses.

Kiona slammed the hotel room's door shut. "No running."

"I wasn't going to run! You're totally not scary!" Lynn lied. "I was just... worried people would walk by and see your butt?"

"Oh, please," Kiona said. "I'm comfortable with my body."

"And you absolutely should be." Lynn said obsequiously. Now came the hard part. "So... uh... have you checked our team's twitter lately?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Kiona blinked. "Oh. Right. You're you, so it has to do with everything. No, I haven't checked twitter."

"Look, there's no easy way to say this." Lynn winced. "My butthole is trending."

Kiona was flabbergasted. "Your what?"

"I ended up in my underwear in front of a bunch of people, things got steamy, and, uh, one picture is a little too personal."

"Your underwear? You?" Kiona scratched her head. "Somehow I just assumed you were immune to wardrobe malfunctions. How the fuck is there a picture of your asshole through a pair of panties?"

Lynn pointed at the now-infamous pile of pink scraps on the desktop next to her computer. "I was wearing those."

"Ouch," Kiona winced. "Aren't you trying to go pro? I heard there's some kind of social media purity check or something."

"I was," Lynn hissed. "Thank you for reminding me, Kiona."

"Geez, sorry," Kiona said. "Still, having pics of your butt doesn't get you twelve grand."

"It does when you stream right afterwards," Lynn said. She took a deep breath. "And... Joy may also have undressed a little while I did. Uh... it got a little steamy then, too."

"This all happened on accident? Lynn, you're really dropping the ball. This isn't like you." Kiona's eyes went wide. "Did you tell Joy?"

"Uh." Lynn had resolved not to run, but staring a pantsless Kiona in the face in her fluffy bunny pajama bottoms did not inspire confidence. "No. No, I did not."

"Well, tell her! She deserves to know if her friend accidentally streamed her tits!"

"About that..." Lynn shrank three sizes and prayed for mercy. "It was only mostly an accident."

"Oh, no." Kiona's voice fell deathly quiet. "Oh, no you fucking di'in't."

"Look, I didn't mean to!" Lynn cried. "I just... I got excited, and Joy was... she was into it, you know, and I couldn't stop... Kiki, I couldn't stop streaming! Joy was into me, and I was into it, and I wanted to finish, but... I'm not gay! I can't fuck Joy on my own, and-"

Kiona cracked her knuckles. Lynn shut up.

"You are going to talk me through what actually happened. No bullshit. Nothing that even remotely makes you look like this was an accident," Kiona said. "Then you're giving Joy all twelve thousand dollars."

"All twelve..." Lynn whimpered. "Do I have to?"

"Nope," Kiona said. "But you're going to do it anyway, because however much you might or might not want to be rich, you want to be a good person even more."

"It wasn't really twelve thousand dollars," Lynn sniffled. "It was actually-"

"You said twelve thousand, you're giving her twelve thousand." Kiona said with finality.

Lynn let out a whine, sat down, stared at her fluffy bunny pajamas and told Kiona everything.