Just tell the truth about the Very Reasonable Plan

Mia squealed. She wriggled for a few moments before managing to push herself up, kneeling, then nervously crossing her arms under Dinah's gaze.

Dinah didn't seem to know where to look. There was Mia in her expensive underwear, there was the screen with one of those shots from that old nude photoshoot (Dinah recognized it, most people would), and there was a slightly flustered looking Laurel.

What the fuck.

"She's helping me!" Mia managed to squeak.

"Is that what they call it in 2040?" Dinah said.

"Not that!" Mia said quickly.

Dinah was quiet for a moment. She wasn't aware a face could get quite that red. Though that wasn't necessarily the most impressive part of Mia's body just then.

"Look," Laurel said, sighing. "Short version. Mia here's not comfortable with the fact half the world's seen her in her birthday suit," (Mia whimpered), "Now she's got her memories back, we're trying to jumpstart the part of her that was fine with it."

Dinah was quiet for a few moments more. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, mouthing the words. Mia, meanwhile, slowly climbed back up into her chair, biting her lip as her shoulder brushed Laurel's.

"By... getting her naked and watching porn?" Dinah said slowly.

"It's not porn!" Mia said defensively.

"It's so she gets used to them," Laurel said. "Look, they're all her."

Click.

The Mia in the photo had green eyeshadow now, glittering slightly, still setting off her eyes. She was showing off her gymnastic skills again, this time by standing on her head, supporting her weight on both forearms so one palm rested over the other just in front of her forehead. She was grinning, and bent both knees so her legs formed an even triangle, displaying both her toned body and much more intimate areas.

Dinah took a deep breath. Mia hastily looked away from the screen, cheeks burning, though looking at Dinah didn't help much. Dinah was seeing her like that, _and _was seeing her in her underwear.

Dinah's eyes kept flicking from the screen to the Queen.

"And she's in her underwear why?" Dinah said.

"She didn't want to rush to being naked," Laurel said.

Mia squeaked. Oh god, she didn't want to think about that just yet, being naked in front of both of them. Again. For real, not just a photo...

"It wasn't helping when I was dressed," Mia said, voice small. It had sounded so sensible when Laurel said it, now it just sounded embarrassing.

The moment seemed to drag on forever. Mia sat in her chair, squirming a little, feeling Laurel's presence beside her and seeing Dinah's eyes on her, knowing what was bared behind her. The two women she was working with, and in a way looked up to, were seeing her at her most exposed.

Dinah let out a long, weary breath.

"I don't even know what to say to that," Dinah said. "Whatever, you're both adults, you... do whatever."

Laurel smiled happily. Then Dinah turned, and was almost to the door when Laurel spoke up.

"You don't have to go," Laurel said. "You could join us. More company might help Mia."