Work with Widowmaker?

He received word that he was actually supposed to work with the infamous Widowmaker. To him, she's a terrible, immoral woman. He has no understanding of how he could possible work with her, so he leaves with his smile behind. After finishing up his packing, he leaves to reluctantly fulfil his duty.

Once he arrives on a building top somewhere in a city, he looks over the woman he's supposed to be working with. She wears a skin-tight body suit with an extremely low cut, showing off a generous amount of her breasts. Through, he noticed her most defined feature as soon as he arrived. Her tight pants perfectly show off her outstanding rear. Despite her skin being a strange shade of blue. Torbjörn can't help but be a little happier than before.

"Bonjour," she says in her sensual french accent. "Apparently we are to work together, but only this one time, dwarf."

Torbjörn snorts. "Yeah. Whatever. Let me just set up."

He places down a turret at the roof's edge, and she pulls out a lengthy sniper rifle, looking down its sights.

His eyes turn to his right, and he realises that her ass is only a foot away from where he stands, and once again given his height, he's lined up perfectly to enjoy it a little but, which he does.

As he waits, he stares intently at her backside while his turret aims to do all the work, hopefully.