"Perform in nothing but hard-light clothes."

Sombra watched as Symmetra nearly dropped her handheld from surprise. She couldn't help but giggle at the shock on the woman's face.

"Could you clarify, sir?" Despite her clear panic, Symmetra managed to still respond professionally. Sombra quickly threw together a plausible reason.

"Hard-light clothing, Satya. It's a new initiative my team has been trying to get approved. With a single holo-projecter, a refugee will no longer have to worry about shelter from the elements. Families who have lost their entire wardrobes won't have to rely on donation box scraps." It wasn't the best lie she's ever told, but it was on par with the ones Vishkar told on a daily basis. "But we need a proof of concept. You're the best hard-light architect in the company. Surely you've managed something similar." Symmetra took her time responding, fiddling with her headset nervously.

"Once. I was at the beach and my swimsuit ripped, so I had to cover myself in hard-light. I suppose I could do that again." Sombra saved that response, and made a note to look for any potential footage of that event that may exist. Her new employers might pay for any bonus content.

"There you go! We'll talk more after your performance. Gtg." Sombra logged out of the 'Diya' account.

Symmetra stared at her handheld blankly for five minutes straight. Twitching softly, her lips silently mouthing the words as she reread the exchange. She hadn't even lost a stitch of clothing, and she was already beginning to sweat, her heart racing. Finally, with her eyes closed, she started undressing, her eyes closed all the while. Her dress came off, revealing a light blue sports bra with a V on it and matching boyshorts...because of course she has Vishkar-brand underwear. The bra came off, and then the panties, each folded up neatly and stashed in a corner.

"Nothing but hard-light..." Symmetra whispered to herself. As Symmetra closed her eyes and imagined being in front of an audience functionally nude, her mouth uttered a soft moan, and her fingers began to brush against her heaving bosom. Then, she took a deep breath and, with an artistry that even surprised Sombra, crafted herself a new outfit. Virtual panties, virtual bra, virtual dress. Perfect clones of her real ones. All crafted from hard-light, within minutes. If it wasn't for the blue tinge, Sombra wouldn't even be able to tell.

Now, how to ruin it...