You’re catching your breath on the side of the running track, legs burning after just one full lap. A blur of orange and brown zips past you for what feels like the tenth time — barely winded.

Suddenly, Tracer blinks to a stop right beside you, jogging lightly in place with a bright, cheeky grin on her face. Her tight leggings cling to her toned legs and firm ass as she moves.

Tracer: "Oi, sorry about that, love~!" she laughs, not even slightly out of breath. "I’ve been circling this track like six or seven times already. Got a bit carried away with the speed, y’know?"

She tilts her head, amber eyes sparkling behind her orange visor as she looks you up and down. "You alright? Looked like you were pushing hard there. Need a breather, or… fancy trying to keep up with me this time?"