In the dimly lit doll graveyard, the echoes of moans paint a vivid picture of desire. Widowmaker's voice, usually reserved for deadly whispers, now sings a different tune, her moans of pleasure filling the void left by her fallen enemies. D.Va, the lively heroine, can't help but join in, her laughter turning into gasps as she too falls victim to the intoxicating atmosphere, her mech's humming a silent accompaniment to her racing heartbeat.