An orphan, a child of war and the streets of Dorado - Sombra feared nothing, not even when she should. The Shimadas were mostly outdated, relics even by the standards of their staunchly traditionalist homeland.

Her movement makes him grin, makes him wild and she can feel her pulse quicken at the way he runs his hands down her body. There aren't a lot of guys like him back home, all courage and dignified and a little bit of cabron to even the mix out. It makes her wonder about him, about why he's so different than his brother.

Genji boasts again and while she smiles, she watches him. Seven minutes, forty-five seconds and she's letting out a far harsher pant at the feeling of his teeth, trembling at the feeling of his lips and nose on her thigh.

"I try." She bites her lip again, a little harder as his touch brushes over her underwear.

"Genji~"