With some sombra-shy shipping had the maid wondered if they just cleaned the couch just yesterday when it was already covered in horse hair when those wonder of stains when the pair wasn’t just sleeping on the couch.
Imagine being so fucking done that you, a lowly maid, decide to yell at your king, a guy known for having a history of being a violent tyrant, when he ruins your work.
Besides, Sombra won’t hurt her. Good staff is hard to find these days. Otherwise she would wear a helmet long ago. ;-D
This maid has balls. I like ’er.
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