Aleksandra Zaryanova - a famous stripper

Zarya was walking away from the scene with the look of a winner on her face. Despite Overwatch fell apart, she was still fighting, and she was still in the fold. Noone can challenge her, no man, nor omnic. The public considered her a terrorist, a former warrior who went rogue but she does not care about it much. The important thing is, that the Talon will pay the highest price for their atrocities.
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Oh, Sasha. You suffered so much pain, grief, and suffering. So much anger and hatred are bottled within you. You need to relax, let go, to have some fun in the end. With such a strong, beautiful body of yours, why won't you just enjoy what you have instead of mourning what you have lost?
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A long, black limo stopped near Zarya, and the window slid down:
-Aleksandra?! Where the hell have you been?! Do you know that you are skipping the show?! I have a whole club of people waiting for your sweet ass!
Zarya stopped in utter shock and disbelief. The man that spoke to her was a balding midget, with a wide mouth, almond-shaped eyes, and a giant cigar in his teeth. None has ever spoken to her that way, and she just looked at the impudent man. Yet, the sound of police sirens was approaching the crime scene, and the limo looked like a fairly secure place. She may just use this dumb wit to escape. Zarya opened the door and entered the car. It moved right from the place.

The interior looked luxurious: expensive, leather covering for seatings, natural wood at grips. This guy knew how to spend money. Besides the midget, there were two lug nuts. Zarya measured them: tough guys, but she can handle both of them if she must. Meanwhile, the midget continued:
-So, I spoke with the tattoo master, and he will be free at the weekend. Sounds good?
-Tatoo master? What tattoo master?
This short man talked to her like they knew each other for eternity. Yet, Zarya could not shake off the strange, confusing feeling. The midget quacked and put out his cigar:
-What tattoo master? The one that will make piercing on your tits?
-P...Piercing?!
-Yeah! We've already discussed it, Sasha. People will love your huge milkers pierced!
Zarya was ready to turn this bastard's face into a bloody mess. How dares he speak in such a tone to her?! Her body was at its physical peak. The only thing she had huge was her muscles.

Yet, Zarya felt a strange prickling in her chest area. The armor plate on her chest was growing tighter with each passing second. Zarya felt, how her nipples started to rub through her shirt against the hard surface, making her blush.

-Oh, don't be shy, my dear. I told you, that people love to look at you, and these are only cosmetic adjustments. You can always remove them if you don't feel like it.
The midget's voice was calming, and soothing. The feeling of fear in Zarya's chest has been replaced by warm confidence. People do like her...Wait, something is very wrong!

Yet, Zarya could not say a word as the skin on her breasts was keep stretching, like they were filling with water like some sort of balloons. Still, the woman felt the very real weight of her growing assets and did not dare to say anything to not make things even worse.

The limo finally stopped near a club with the screaming title "Paradise". Naturally, it was a strip club...Does she have to perform here? Shit! On the other hand...She could wait here until the dust lays down and the police give up an immediate pursuit. Besides, she will have a chance to take off her armor and look at what is happening to her chest.

-All right, Sasha, let's go!
And with unusual agility, the midget leaves the limo, leaving Zarya before the doors to her new life