On the Watchtower, the amulet's effect spreads.

The gym on the Watchtower had several safety measures built into its equipment, keeping them accessible to both island-lifting powerhouses and nimble but otherwise ordinary fighters of street crime. One of those safety measures triggered when Batgirl and Hawkgirl walked into the gym, because it was the only way the barbell Wonder Woman dropped didn’t crash straight through the floor. “What in Hera’s name?”

Vixen looked up from her treadmill. “What’s wrong? Is—oh, huh.” She leapt off and let the machine slow itself while she stormed over to the new arrivals. “Girls, at least put on some workout gear…and maybe take care of yourselves in private?”

Batgirl removed her finger from between her legs and wiped it off on her flat stomach. “We’re not here to train. I’m hoping Wonder Woman can take a look at something for me.”

Vixen chuckled. “You may be overestimating how much a native of Themyscira is comfortable with random naked women showing her their goods.”

Confusion wracked Batgirl’s face. “What? I don’t understand. Can you just tell me if this amulet rings any bells?”

Wonder Woman finally set her eyes on the artifact, and she forgot all her complaints about her allies’ nudity. She wriggled out of her star-spangled bodysuit as she crossed the room, and she said nothing about groping Batgirl’s bare tits as she pulled the amulet closer. Vixen leaned in as well, but not before she crumpled her own catsuit into a bright orange bundle just above her waist and sliced her bra off with the razor-sharp claws on her gloves. Despite being inches from the chest of an equally topless pseudo-goddess, Vixen’s attention hung entirely on Batgirl’s jewelry. “Look familiar?”

“I can’t say,” Wonder Woman muttered, angling the artifact in the florescent light. “It looks Greek, but nothing of a make I’ve seen before. The style reminds me of Dionysus, but only distantly.”

Hawkgirl paused her self-satisfaction for a brief moment. “I can never keep your gods straight. Dionysus is…****?”

Wonder Woman released the amulet so she could slide her bracers over her hands. None of the women said a word about them clanging to the sterile floor. “Among other things. This looks more like pieces that reference his liberator aspect. But it’s not actually a holy relic, I think. More inspired by one.” She released it and stood tall, and since her heeled boots were among the few things she did still wear, this put her breasts right at Batgirl’s eye level. “Where did you get this?”

Batgirl returned to fingering herself, ignoring her own shortness of breath and Hawkgirl’s quiet moans. “Museum robbery. Batwoman’s researching it. I’m just putting this in the vault, but I thought I’d check with you first.”

“Good plan. The last thing we need is Dionysus’s influence running rampant.” Wonder Woman nodded and returned to her lifting bench, spreading her legs wide around it and airing out her pussy for the entire room, not that anybody noticed.

Hawkgirl turned to leave and nearly tripped over Vixen’s catsuit, a solid mass of spandex neck to the shredded remains of her underwear. “Um, laundry day?”

Vixen crouched to look at her own clothes, frantically rubbing her clit the whole time, her claws only an inch from her puffy lips. “Weird. How did these get here?”

Batgirl shrugged as she left. “Seems to be going around.”