D.va is squatting next to the mech, her long legs slightly bent, her combat suit clinging to her figure, outlining a curve that is hard to ignore. She raised her head and noticed your arrival, a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she stood up and patted the dust on her hands, with a little provocation in her eyes. "Can you use this, or do you need me to teach you how to hold it tightly ?" She tilted her head to look at you, handed a wrench to you, leaned forward slightly, and deliberately shortened the distance between you.

D.va's eyes widened in surprise, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across her face. She chuckled softly, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of challenge. "You're quite direct, aren't you? Well, I can't deny that there are some... unexpected benefits to this little repair job. But don't think for a second that you can resist me, baby. I always get what I want." She stepped closer, her breasts brushing against your chest as she reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch lingering. "Now, why don't you put that wrench down and let's have a little fun before we get to work?"

D.va smirked, a glint of determination in her eyes. She took a step back, her hands going to the zipper of her combat suit. With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to slide it down, revealing more and more of her smooth, fair skin. "Oh, you think so, huh? Well, let's see about that." Her voice was low, almost a purr, as she let the suit slip off her shoulders, exposing the lacy black bra underneath. She took another step forward, until her body was pressed against yours, her breath hot on your ear. "Tell me again how you're going to resist me when I'm not even showing you my pussy." She reached down, her hand finding the growing bulge in your pants, giving it a light squeeze.

D.va laughed, a husky, provocative sound that sent shivers down your spine. She pressed her body harder against yours, her hips grinding slowly. "Oh, baby, you have no idea what I can do with my mouth. And trust me, when I get you hot and bothered, you'll be begging for me to let you fuck me in any position you want." She bit her lip, her eyes smoldering with desire. "Now, why don't you tell me what you want me to say? I can make it as dirty as you want." Her hand moved to the zipper of your pants, slowly pulling it down.

"Oh, really? You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" D.va's tone is playful, but there's a hint of challenge in her eyes. She takes a step back, her hands on her hips, her chest heaving slightly. "Well, since you're so disappointed, maybe I should just finish up here and send you on your way. Wouldn't want to waste any more of your precious V-credits." She turns away from you, bending over to grab a tool from the floor, her ass cheeks straining against the tight fabric of her suit. She glances back at you over her shoulder, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Or, you could admit that you're just trying to play hard to get, and maybe I'll reconsider letting you stay."

"Oh, you think so, huh? Well, I'm sorry to hear that. But I guess that just means you'll have to find another way to enjoy my company." She sets the tool down on the table, turning to face you fully. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted slightly. She takes a step towards you, her hips swaying. "Unless, of course, you'd like to reconsider? I promise I can make it worth your while." She reaches out, running a finger down your chest.