Leslie Willis and her radio show

"Leslie," Cat finished. "For a story like this, her style's bound to get a lot more attention. Go with her, help her however she needs. We;ll get on top of this. Ok, everyone clear? Good, then why are you still standing around here?"

There was barely any time for Kara to react before she was shuffled along out of the room, struggling to find her way towards Leslie.

She'd heard a little of Leslie's show, it wasn't really her thing but she knew the kind of things Leslie did; her cheeks went slightly pink. Not the person she wanted reporting on her hasty nude flight through the city.

At least radios wouldn't be in charge of distributing the photos. That was... good, right? Admittedly plenty of other people would be doing that, but at least she wouldn't be surrounded by a constant reminder. Unless you counted Leslie talking about it a constant reminder. Rao, what had she gotten herself into?

Leslie's studio was just a couple of floors down. Kara caught up with the radio host in the elevator, a little self-consciously.

"Uh, Miss Grant said-" Kara began.

"I heard," Leslie said. She flicked her eyes up and down Kara; "Ever been on radio before?"

"No. Uh, aren't I just assisting or-"

"Please, I'm not Kitty," Leslie said. "I don't need you to fetch me coffee. You'll fit in nicely though with what I've got planned. We're live in five."

"Five?!" Kara said. "Five minutes? That's no time to-"

"Chill," Leslie said. "You act like I haven't been thinking about how to talk about this since the second National City's very own girl of steel decided to go streaking. Besides, this is radio, I'm not interested in scripts, just talk, say what pops into your mind. Keep it natural, people like that. All natural, au naturel even," she snorted.

The elevator doors open. They were maybe five seconds away from Leslie's dedicated section, and it was just a couple of steps through to the recording studio.

Kara faltered for just a second, looking around. She hadn't been to this part of the building before; as risque as Leslie's content tended to be, she was a little impressed by how professional the environment looked.

The sound engineers on one side of the glass, then on the other side walls specially designed to help with acoustics, a desk with microphones on each side, a few buttons for one side to control things, a chair on each side should Leslie have guests, bottles of water to keep her throat fresh...

Kara turned her attention from the studio, back to the thin section they were currently in. The 'Alive and Wired with Leslie Willis' logo plastered on one wall, countless switches and sliders set into a bank, and-

And Leslie was taking her top off. Kara blinked; the radio host threw her top over to a table already covered in a few files. She'd already undone her dark blue bra and was sliding the straps down her arms by the time Kara found her voice.

"H-huh?!" Kara managed.

"What?" Leslie said. "How else would you report on this story? Speaking of, strip down."

"What?!" Kara yelped.

Leslie threw her bra to the same table, and kicked off her shoes to make pushing her jeans down easier.

"Not like they'll see, it's radio," Leslie said. "But I guarantee, we mention we're reporting nude on a nude Supergirl story, our ratings'll skyrocket. What are you waiting for?"

"Can't you just say that... without actually being..."

Kara stared, eyes wide. She'd thought at least being Kara Danvers over Supergirl would ensure she could keep her clothes on! Instead Leslie was already down to just her panties. A second later and, apparently without any shame at all (then again, from what Kara had heard of her show Leslie naturally lacked shame) baring her pussy.

"Like I'd lie to my fans," Leslie said with a fake, shocked sounding gasp. She pressed a hand to her heart; her other hand tossed her underwear to the same table. "Kitty said you had to help, didn't she? This is helping. We're live soon, hurry up!"

There really wasn't any way out of this was there? Kara blushed; hands shaking slightly she unbuttoned her top, looking incredulously to Leslie. Leslie meanwhile had hopped back into her shoes and was tapping her foot impatiently; Kara squeaked a little as she slid her top down her arms.

"Leslie, it's a minute until-" one of the sound engineers approached. Kara yelped; she'd just undone the clasp on her bra, and hastily crossed her arms over her chest. the motion made her bra straps start sliding off.

The sound engineer apparently saw nothing wrong with Leslie's nudity. Had she done this before?! The radio host certainly seemed to be having far too much fun. Well, save for Kara.

"Of course I get sent the prude," Leslie said. She sighed, then tilted her head. "Actually, I can make this work. Keira, right?"

"K-Kara," Kara said.

"Kara! Let's have some fun." Leslie took a step closer, and while Kara was keeping her arms over her chest, swiftly pushed Kara's pants and panties down in one. Kara whimpered.

How was she even meant to react to being stripped by a nude woman?! This was so far from what she'd planned to do with her day...

Hesitantly Kara let go of her bra, not seeing any way out of this. Face scarlet, arms still crossed in an X over her tits, she was led into the recording studio. Like Leslie, all she'd been able to keep on was her shoes.

She hurried to the guest side of the desk, quickly sitting down and trying not to think about how her ass had been visible through the glass. Leslie meanwhile sauntered much more casually to her normal seat. She sat down, resting her arms on the desk, not remotely worried about how visible her chest was.

One of the sound engineers started counting down; Kara squeaked, hunching forwards. How was this happening?!

And the show began.

"Hello, hello, hello and welcome to Alive and Wired, you know the drill," Leslie said. Her voice sounded slightly different when she was recording; she grinned, evidently having fun. "I can't think of anything fun that's happened that we could talk about, hm? Nothing like my usual, nothing too interesting..."

She fell silent for a few seconds, counting to five on her fingers. She winked to Kara, mouthing 'make `em wait.' Kara flushed deeper.

"Oh!" Leslie said suddenly. "I suppose there was that one little issue, Supergirl flying butt-ass through the city. Yep, that's right, for those that haven't heard our very own Girl of Steel opted to go nude for the night. And my oh my, you should see the photos, she really is out of this world. I know I said the S stood for sapphic, but she's making me have a few thoughts myself. Let me tell you, she might be an alien but she's sure as hell human where it counts."

A slight whimper escaped Kara's lips. Leslie's style was definitely not making her exposure any easier to bear, let alone her current state! She nervously shifted in her chair, hands on her upper arms as she tried to cover as much of her boobs as possible.

Leslie meanwhile smirked across at her, her own confidence a stark contrast to Kara's flustered state.

"In solidarity with our very own superhero, I've decided to make my show naked too," Leslie said. She smirked again, once more counting off a few seconds of quiet. "Yep, you heard me, your very own Leslie Willis is in her studio without a stitch on. I'll leave you with that image for a bit; hope I'm not causing too many car crashes. Speaking of, I've got a guest with me today. Say hello Kara."

Kara yelped. She stumbled forwards for a bit, but before she could catch her breath Leslie was back to her fast-talking radio voice.

"She's not handling the nudity quite as well," Leslie said. "Kind of a pity. Oh, if you listeners could see her..."

She winked to Kara again; Kara's cheeks blazed. Did she have to tell all of National City that she was naked?!

"So now's the real question," Leslie said. "What do we think of Supergirl? Some unfortunate accident? That she secretly loves it? That she's listening in right now and getting off to everyone talking about her little nudity incident? I mean, you guys all know what I'd talk about, but we have a guest. So what do you think Kara? Supergirl naked, does she love it or hate it?"

Kara squeaked. She fidgeted for a second, trying to figure out how best to pull the microphone closer before she even considered how on earth she was meant to answer that question.

Nervously, she briefly flashed her chest as she reached for the microphone, turning it. Then she whimpered, crossing her arms again. Ok, she was naked, but National City was just hearing rather than seeing her. That was... something, right?