Yes, she gives up.

Lynn couldn't hold on any longer; Seras was just too strong. If she fought, she'd lose and be revealed to the jeering crowd. She'd be all over the internet from head to toe. There was only one option.

"I give up..." she said. She loosened her grip, bracing for the worst.

"Smart," Seras said. She stopped tugging on Lynn's feet. "Now don't touch those joysticks, or else."

Lynn sighed. She knew had made the right choice.

Until, that is, she felt a finger slide down her lower back. It was headed straight for the top of her strapless panties.

"W-wait!" Lynn cried out. "What are you doing?!"

"Letting you show off. Duh."

Seras picked at the top of Lynn's strapless panties, sliding a fingernail underneath. They weren't really panties at all: just a square patch of adhesive pink cotton that ran between her cheeks and down through her legs, with a little patch in front as well. Slowly, Seras peeled the sticky cotton down.

Lynn gasped and clenched her thighs tight. She tried to cover herself with her legs, but Seras once again held her down. A moment later she felt the strip of cotton go slack. The back of her panties drooped limply between her cheeks.

"Take it off!" shouted a few members of the crowd. "Take it all off!"

Seras smacked Lynn's **** ass one more time and wrenched her thighs apart, exposing the pink cotton that still barely clung to her delicate lips. "Ready?" she cackled.

Lynn whimpered. She prayed for something, anything, to save her. Nothing came.

Seras tugged upwards on the strip of cotton, stretching Lynn's panties out as far as they would go. "NOOO!" Lynn shouted as she felt the sticky adhesive on her mound giving out. Camera bulbs flashed wildly. She couldn't let everyone see her like this!

Finally, Lynn's panties could take no more. The adhesive peeled away and her panties whipped off of her body, baring Lynn's shaved pussy for the crowd. Her lips were pressed tight together, hiding her inner secrets, but her puckered asshole was entirely exposed.

Lynn pounded her fists against the cockpit and tried to wiggle deeper inside, but it was no use. She was held tight. She had **** but to let those pictures go out to the whole world.

"Who wants her panties?!" Seras shouted, holding up the tiny strip of pink fabric. She threw them into the fevered crowd, where Lynn's delicates once again landed right on a certain F-Zero racer's head.

Seras smiled broadly, having finally put D. Va in her place. But unfortunately for her, she didn't see someone barreling through the crowd towards her.