Of course not

One moment Sara was enjoying herself, squeezing her legs together slightly as she watched countless naked women go across the screen, trying not to think too much about her own nudity, or about her sister’s.

And then her blood froze when the door rang. Her father stood up, pausing the movie (albeit on a rather inviting shot of one actress) to answer.

Sara tensed.

“Quentin,” she recognised Oliver Queen’s voice, speaking warmly to her father. “Good to see you. I heard Sara was back?”

“Oh, yes, figures you’d want to visit,” her father said. “Sara!”

Laurel nudged her encouragingly; Sara hesitated.

Was there any way out of this? It didn’t seem so. Biting back a flush, Sara stood up, slowly walking around to the front door. She paused just before turning the corner, then gritted her teeth, hoping to just get it over with.

And it was worse. Any enjoyment she might have had from watching the TV was replaced with **** embarrassment as her father and Ollie stood there, along with Diggle, and two men she didn’t recognise but assumed had to be part of Ollie’s new team.

A more pleasant sight was three women. Felicity and Thea, who Sara had seen from the photos but didn’t mind seeing again, and her old friend Sin. Sin was just as naked as the rest of them, chest bare and on display for Sara, and as she hurried to the front of the group Sara caught an undeniable glimpse of her friend’s cunt.

Ok. New sights. Sara reeled for a moment.

However much she might be glad of seeing all she did though, it didn’t help the sudden rush of humiliation that being naked in front of all those people caused. She instinctively faltered, stiffening as Sin hugged her.

That especially made her cheeks flush. She didn’t care what the cliché was, when she was naked with a girl she did not like to be watched, so having Sin suddenly press herself against her in front of everyone elicited a slight whimper.

She swayed for a moment, recovering as Sin let go, scarlet.

“Good to see you again,” said Oliver. At some point he’d moved right in front of her.

She nodded mutely. Ok, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen her like this, but at least she’d had control then. This time he just smiled, and moved on.

Behind her. Damn it, he and Sin were behind her now, no doubt getting an eyeful of her ass while all the newcomers trouped in, saw her front. There was no way to turn and hide from them all.

“Hi, I’m Rene,” one of the strangers approached. “Heard a lot about you.”

She took his hand, and tried to ignore how he was looking at her tits.

And then it was Thea. Sara was too embarrassed to even enjoy that embrace, squirming on her feet at that point as the next person went by, and Diggle was suddenly looking her up and down.

She tried to focus, but the sudden barrage of people seeing her naked had made her incapable of anything but flushing deeper, panicking but struggling to work out what she could do.

Curtis introduced himself, and Felicity went by with a hug that Sara would be replaying in her mind later, albeit under less humiliating circumstances.

“It’s g-good to see you all,” Sara at last managed, turning around and showing her father her ass.

“Good you’re back,” Oliver said. He turned to Quentin; “We aren’t interrupting…”

“Oh, no, no,” her father said. “Stay a while, I’m sure Sara will be glad of the company.”

What? God no.

But it was too late. They trekked into the room, Sara after them, suddenly aware that instead of a quiet gathering with her family, she was exposed to a sizeable group of people.