Yep, that's it.

When Tracer next awoke it was dark and she found herself surrounded by **** bodies. The air reeked of sweet and other bodily fluids. Looking down on herself Tracer found that she was in no position to complain about that.

Tracer stood up and carefully navigated through the sleeping crowd. She searched for a little more private part of the beach where she could quickly wash the marks of her sexual encounters of herself. As Tracer made her way she passed Symmetra, who laid next to the omnic Tracer had the pleasure of getting fucked by earlier.

The Indian must have had an even longer encounter with the literal sex machine, markings in the sand indicated a rather violent thrashing in what Tracer assumed where multiple brutal orgasms.

But that wasn’t important right now. A few minutes of walking alone later Tracer walked into the open sea and cleaned herself of.

After she was done with that she walked back to the group and got dressed up. She also took the freedom of using Symmetras phone to quickly connect to Athena and call for help.

The answer came swiftly in the form of a text.

“Agent Tracer,

It is good to hear that you are well. Help will be there in about 12 hours.”

12 hours together with a group of Total Perverts.