Widowmaker visits.

Through the window are a pair of curious eyes upon a blue-skinned beauty. While Tracer lays back on her chair trapped in a constant orgasm, she works her magic and slowly opens the window, not at all heard by the screaming woman. Screaming, because no matter what she does, she can't stop the device on her chest from trapping her loins in this eternal pleasure and torment.

"Aah~! I can't s-stop cumming!" she yells to nobody as she flails in her seat. The skin on her face is as red as a tomato, and she can hardly un-straighten her body as it surges with constant waves of pleasure.

"Well, what do we have here?" comes the sultry French accent. She walks in, dressed in her normal tight pink attire.

Tracer's heart skips a beat as she looks to her right to see the very woman she has up on her screen standing beside her. Meanwhile, she's absolutely drenched with sweat and other things, still trapped in the orgasm.

"Oh m-my god," she says with a panic, but is unable to bring herself up from her seat. Her eyes widen.

Widowmaker's eyes move briefly to the screen before returning to her.

"Well, I never knew you liked me that much, but... something is wrong, yes?" She grins. "You look flustered."

"I-I... N--..." is all Tracer can muster, breathing heavily.

"Hm. I know that face well. You're orgasming. But, you cannot stop? Strange. I can have fun with this."

Tracer panics.