Brigitte sees the Korean gamer sitting at her monster of a computer, her back turned to Brig as she also has her trademark headset on, the reason why she didn't hear the Swedish engineer knocking. Brigitte stomps angrily to the petit girl, pulling her headwear off as she noticed that Hana also seems to be wearing nothing but... BRIGITTE'S SHIRT?!
"Hey, what's the big deal?" The Meka pilot snaps from the abrupt interruption as she turns in her chair and sees an angry hunk of a woman, immediately blushing bright red. "Hey Brig, what's up?" She asks, her voice slightly trembling since she knows why the engineer came.
"Nice shirt you have there." Brigitte notes snarkily. D.va looks down before smiling shyly, fidgeting with the end of it as it drapes like a dress on her due to being about a head smaller then the chiseled beauty in front of her.
"Yea, I just...borrowed it, hope you don't mind." Hana was looking at the ground like a small child that just did something bad, fidgeting with her foot on the floor.
Brigitte just crossed her arms across her chest, pushing her breasts higher in her own loose shirt. "And when where you planning to return it, hmm?" She raised her eyebrow, watching the petit girl that suddenly raised her head with a cheeky smile.
"If you want it back, just take it!" She answered enthusiastically, raising her arms up for easy removal of the shirt. The Swedish woman just let out a sigh before grabbing the shirt by its short sleeves, yanking it upwards and off of Hana with one fell swoop. After holding the piece of clothing in her hands, Brigitte's cheeks suddenly turned red upon seeing that D.va indeed was wearing absolutely nothing underneath that shirt.
"Enjoying the view?" Hana teasingly called up at the muscular girl in front of her, frozen in the sudden flashing. 'Is she hitting on me? Is that why she went through her room? To lure her here?' These thoughts were running though Brigitte's head until she snaps back to reality, petite girl with a blushing smirk still in front of her, wearing absolutely nothing.
The young Lindholm then suddenly smiles deviously and pins the the small gamer girl to the wall, her breasts mere inches from Hana's face and only a thin layer of fabric covering them from being seen in their full glory. "I think you still need a little punishment for taking my stuff without asking!" She says in determined voice, Hana trembling in fear, but more from arousal of what the Swedish hunk had planned.
