In the heat of a virtual battle, Widowmaker finds solace in her private quarters. Her slender, corseted form sways as she strips off her signature black gloves, revealing long, elegant fingers. She reclines on her sleek, futuristic bed, her breath quickening as she begins to tease her body, tracing the lacy edge of her bra with a fingertip. Her eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of her virtual lover, as her hand slips beneath the waistband of her skin-tight leggings, finding her wet, aching center.