Chonggye Plaza; All Revealed

They allowed her to sit in the back seat this time, wedged between the two men who'd walked behind her and ogled her behind on the way up to her apartment. Wonderful, she thought. As they pulled up to the plaza, Hana looked out the car window, an apprehensive expression playing across her features. She wondered what it is they were up to, what did Roadhog's 'employers', whoever they might be, have in store for her here? The men either side of her got out, standing patiently by their respective doors. She scooched over to the right one and jumped out, careful to keep a firm grip on her skirt as she went. Chonggye Plaza was packed, people milling about in couples, groups or on their own, families having fun, all the while massive screens dotted all over the buildings and on nearby billboards displayed a constant stream of advertising for all manner of consumerist products.

Hana turned her attention to Roadhog as he stepped around the car, walking up to her with a phone in his hand. People were staring at him, his rough attire and gas-mask looking very much out of place in the middle of Seoul. "It's for you," He grunted, pressing it into her hand. She looked at it, then back at him, and he gestured for her to take the call. Reluctantly, she brought the receiver up to her ear and listened carefully. "Ms. Song?" A flat, sharp voice asked.

"This is she," Hana replied.

"Good, I've been looking forward to the moment when we would finally speak."

Hana looked around, paranoid that she might be being watched. "Who is this?"

The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled deeply, "That's not for you to know. Not yet, at least. Would you like to know why we've had you brought here, in the meantime?"

Hana nodded, then followed up with a, "Yes."

"You're here to bear witness to something. Something big. Something that will, I suspect and dearly hope, affect the course of the rest of your life."

"What kind of something?" She heard her own voice slipping into a slightly higher register, which it commonly did when she was stressed.

"Something...illuminating. Not for you, you've seen it all before. No, illuminating for them. The people who know you, the people who adore you, the people who've spent the past few years seeing your face everywhere they turn every day of their lives. They'll learn things about you today they didn't think were possible. Things that will shock them. You'll be shocked too, of course, but for altogether...different reasons."

Hana puckered up her mouth in irritation, "What do you-"

"No more questions. Just stand back, and enjoy the show," The person on the other end hung up, and Hana heard as the dial tone came back in. She lowered the phone, staring curiously at it. What could he have meant? What could 'they' possibly be about to learn about her they didn't already know? Roadhog took the phone back and secreted away in his pocket, then looked expectantly towards the largest of the plaza's screens. Hana followed his gaze, taking a step forward as she focused on the giant digital panel, which was currently displaying an ad for toothpaste. A few moments passed, and then, the image began to distort, the advertising replaced by blue-ish static, before resolving into a row of tall, thin objects it took her a moment to recognise as lockers; it then took her another couple seconds to realise she was looking at the locker room in Overwatch HQ. The camera was located...where, exactly? Right then, there was movement on the immense screen, and she saw now it was a video.

Someone strolled on screen. Someone very familiar. None other...than Hana herself. She was confused, unable to comprehend what this could possibly be being displayed for, and then the penny dropped, as her recorded self put down a bag on the bench in front of her locker, and withdrew a large container that was unmistakably Talcum Powder. "No..." She whispered, feeling the colour drain from her face, but the video played on as she slowly, as if strip teasing for an audience she couldn't have ever known was there, began to undress.

Hana was aghast, she tore her attention away from the screen for just a moment to see that it was being projected all over the rest of the plaza. On every screen in the great, crowded square, all the billboards and what were previously the video adverts, even all the screens in the shop windows; they were all showing the same images, and all in skin-crawlingly high-definition. The primary shot it all kept cutting back to was from...what Hana deduced now could only be the other side of Mercy's mirror. After Hana had finished undressing, the video first showed her sitting on the floor in front of her own locker across the room, she was facing the other way so her face wasn't visible, but one could clearly see she wasn't wearing any clothes, and a little of her butt crack was visible where she sat. She was rubbing the talc into her leg, then, as her hands went further up it, she raised it and held it in the air like a cat, to better reach her groin.

The crowds muttered to themselves, not fully sure yet what to make of this. Was it some form of viral advertising? Some script kiddies hacking in to the municipal network and displaying some personally selected pornography for kicks? In the video, Hana saw herself stand up, her bum coming fully into view. The footage cut forward to a few seconds later, when she was bending forward a little. The video showed her as she emptied a bit of talc onto her hand, skipped off camera, came back and then casually reached down and started rubbing it right on her vulva. The angle made it so that you couldn't actually see her kitty, but the gesture, and where she was rubbing...it was obvious what she was doing. The crowds were a hive of activity, people were starting to gesture up at it, and she could hear snatches of conversation: "Who is that?", "What kind of girl would film herself doing something so...indecent?", "Can you imagine what her parents must think of their baby girl?"

Hana felt a colour rising on her cheeks, as she counted down the seconds until her recorded self's intense rubbing finally stopped. When it cut away, the next bit of footage was, somehow, infinitely worse. Now she was standing much closer to the mirror, her bare back facing it and her face visible over her shoulder as she looked into the glass, rubbing the talc sensually into her round, perky buns and sticking her tongue out the corner of her mouth, the expression of concentration dominating her features looking thoroughly inappropriate, given the context.

There were gasps now from the crowd — D.Va's face was known worldwide, but here, in Seoul? She might as well have been on the bank notes and coins, it was that familiar. The colour was draining from that face now as she stared, transfixed in horror at the gigantic images of her posterior, and with her most prominent identifying feature in the frame with it as it was broadcasted everywhere throughout the square. All around her, she saw, it was also now being picked up on people's phone cameras. She had never, in all her life, in all her career, ever expected to see her naked form projected on a variety of thirty, forty, fifty and even sixty foot screens in the middle of her home city. The sight of it made her feel as if something were breaking inside of her, just a little.

The video went on, cutting forward again to her rubbing talc on her trim tummy, and before she even saw what came next, she buried her face in her hands, the anticipation killing her. This was it, this would surely ruin her. The video jumped forward again, and now she was closer than ever to the hidden camera, her boobies blown up to absurd proportions by the sheer size of the screens they were now being displayed on; every blemish and curve on them was magnified to a ludicrous extent. Her nipples were the size of car doors, the soft backlight of many of the screens giving them and the areolas surrounding them a pink, angelic glow. Clearly audible, too, to Hana's chagrin, was the sound of her muttering to herself in an almost musical tone, "Boobies, boobies, gotta protect the boobies, gotta love the boobies, just watch how they shake!" Her recorded self winked seductively at the camera, and, placing her hands beneath them, gave her breasts a jiggle. The small, round orbs bobbed up and down in obscene fashion for several excruciatingly prolonged seconds, and then Hana's past self stopped and reached a little further up, pawing and rubbing at her nips in a clockwise motion. When would it end? When would she stop touching herself? She hadn't remembered it being so long and drawn out, but here and now it was lasting an eternity.

The recording of her finally stopped, admiring herself in the mirror for a beat before backing away...and finally giving the crowd a full frontal view. Her pubic hair was shaved into a love-heart shaped landing strip, the pointed 'bottom' of the heart directing the eye right to where the slit below it began. Hana swore under her breath, peeking out through the gaps between her fingers — was this thing going to show every last bit of her? Maybe a tasteful shot of her spreading her cheeks and presenting her butthole to the camera?!

The video cut one final time, to her holding the pink panties up and stretching them at the waistband before slipping them on, the material gathering for a moment under her cheeks, lifting them up in an incredibly suggestive way, before the underwear continued its journey up and onto her hips. Then, she turned suddenly and did the finger guns at the camera, her boobies shaking seductively as she burst out laughing. When that happened, the video came to a stop, not cutting to black or static but rather remaining paused on that final frame of her — clad only in girly pink underwear, a white bunny rabbit peeking out from between her legs and her boobies caught mid-motion as she gestured at the camera, a joyful smile plastered across her face — many members of the crowd took that as their cue to start laughing too. Hana's real face burned as the laughter echoed around her, men, women, the variations thereupon, all of them united in the mirth caused by Hana's revelatory use of talcum powder, and her...enjoyment of her own body.