A mishap in her living quarters

Diana Prince had been looking forward to this evening. Sitting on her sofa in her Watchtower quarters and taking the last sip from a cup of red wine, there was little excitement on the horizon, and that was exactly the point. It was her night off. The rest of the gang was either patrolling or keeping watch, so she could let her hair down for an evening. After the battles and excitement of the last few weeks, she felt that she absolutely deserved it.

So, for one night, her outfit was a comfortable bathrobe, a sheer silk garment that ran just to the top of her magnificent thighs. The famous costume was neatly arranged in the closet, and her tiara, bracelets and lasso rested on a small chair. True to her origins, Wonder Woman's living quarters were decorated in Greek style, with intricately decorated marble columns rising from sleek marble floor. A Greek sofa ran along the wall, and a couple of chairs and a small coffee table stood nearby. A large table and a few chairs sat in the middle.

The bath was waiting, steaming hot. Diana could feel the tension in her muscles and the promise of relaxation, and who really knows what else. She put the cup on the coffee table, and stood up, turning to the side and stretching a little. Opening the bathrobe, she revealed her statuesque body, from her fine calves to the athletic thighs and strong hips, her round firm ass, her narrow waist topped by the round breasts, and her toned arms. Diana arched her back once more, and turned around, her bathrobe knocking over the cup and making it roll off the table. The cup bounced on the soft carpet as it went on for another foot, but after a couple glasses of wine, and already thinking of the hot bath, she failed to notice it.

It wasn't hard to piece things together afterward, but in the moment, it all unfolded too quickly to follow. Heading to her steaming bath, Diana stepped with her left foot on the cup, tripping and falling forward. She caught one of the columns for support, but even her perfect reflexes could betray her sometimes, and she banged her head right against the marble. Her right foot swung back trying to find balance, but instead it knocked over the table and got entangled into the lasso, the loop closing on her ankle as she fell on the floor.

And so, while the bath was steaming, Wonder Woman lay on the floor, momentarily knocked out cold at the foot of a marble column. Her dark hair framing her face while her bathrobe rode high on her hips, exposing her rump and legs. She would recover eventually, unless someone would find her.