It's empty.

Without another soul around, Mercy begins undressing. Pharah becomes at a loss for words.

Mercy places down her staff, removes her wings, slides out of her shoes and accessories, so that she's left only with her short dress. One shoulder at a time, she slides the fabric over her smooth skin, and she brings the entire thing up and over her form, leaving her in only a pair of plush white panties and a bra. Pharah freezes up at the sight of her breasts bouncing free from her clothes. And when Angela undoes her hair to let it drop, she begins to tremble.

As Angela reaches back to the clasp of her brassiere, she looks to Pharah. "Are you well? Oh. Do you need help getting out of that suit of armour?"

Pharah rapidly shakes her head. "No. I can do it."

Piece by piece, Fareeha catches up, much to her surprise. Mercy seems to be waiting for her. She eventually stands in a pair of blue panties and a bra, so that both stand in only their undergarments. Unlike Mercy's slim, slender form, Pharah has a firm stomach and some muscle to her limbs. Then, Mercy drops her bra to the bench, exposing her nipples to bounce free along with Pharah's tracking eyes.

Fareeha joins, and the two of them strip off the remainder of their clothing and step slowly towards the shower portion of the room. Mercy turns on the tap, and sighs as spout covers her body in warm water--pressing down her hair and making her form shimmer from top to bottom. Fareeha stares at her form from behind. The drops of water caress down her back, just like she'd like to do with her face, and they end at the plump curvature of her perfect silky rear.

Pharah shakes her head, trying to calm her mind and clear her thoughts, but she's standing right there--a goddess.

"Come join me, silly. The water's over here," Mercy says.

She accepts, and stands beneath the spout beside her.