Cameras

In ten minutes, Sombra owned every camera within a mile of D.va. Phones, security cameras, satellite feeds. She even managed to detect some heavily-encrypted cameras that, she presumed, belonged to the South Korean government men who were monitoring the event with great interest. Everything except D.va's webcam drone, which not only blocked the hack attempt but tried to counterhack Sombra's own rig. Sombra couldn't help but be impressed.

As Sombra prepared for her first ****, D.va bought herself an ice cream cone from a nearby vendor. She lounged out on a bench facing the ocean, letting her shorts ride low enough to reveal the pink-and-blue thong underneath. Through four different cameras and one overhead satellite, Sombra watched as she licked the scoop of vanilla swirl in-between responding to her chat, running her tongue through the white, creamy goodness. It was something out of a sleazy pin-up calendar. It felt like, at any moment, she'd just start deepthroating it.

It was a taunt, and it was a good one. D.va looked completely unconcerned about the contest. Sombra would have to change that.