[ Look South would honestly probably be more into being called a plaything than she'd admit, discover this at your own peril, Sombra.

There is not a moment that South's eyes leave Sombra as she undresses, she is utterly unashamed of enjoying the view and letting her eyes wander—that's the point, right, so of course she's going to indulge. She is far, far from a pretty underthings woman herself but she certainly appreciates the look on someone who is. ]

Yes, ma'am.

[ The attitude never goes away, but it's part of her charm, really, or it better be if you're going to be dealing with her long-term. She still does as she's told, too, lifting her torso up off the bed enough that she can hook her fingers under the bra and pull it over her head to toss it aside. And oh look, there's the snake's head over her sternum.

Then she flops back again and just flashes a smirk of her own. ]