She oughta be in pictures

You're parking your new Jeep when your phone plays a couple bars of the Wonder Woman theme, the one from the old cartoon. You shut off the engine and pull out your phone to see that "Princess" has sent today's picture. You open it up to see up a selfie of Diana sitting on her living room sofa. She's holding the camera up and to one side. She's almost smiling in this one, her expression confident and unembarrassed. She's wearing her hair up, framing her unforgettable face and exposing her long, elegant neck and bare shoulders.

She's so beautiful, and the photo is so sensual that it takes you a moment to even care that she has her other arm wrapped across her bare chest, hiding most of her breasts from the camera. Similarly, her long, toned legs are crossed in exactly the right pose to conceal her womanhood.

Day 8, Picture #8. You scroll back through the previous 7 photos. All of which show the Amazon Beauty clearly naked, as agreed, yet managing not to show anything R Rated. Your agreement didn't stipulate the photos had to show her privates, and while you’d argue it was implied, the Lasso of Literalism clearly feels different.

And y'know what? That's okay. The pictures are so amazingly elegant and sexy you barely mind. Let her have her fun and think she's getting one over on you. For now.

Besides, there's that other thing...

You close out the photos and pull up the home security app. The cameras show Diana in a fluffy white robe effortlessly moving the heavy sofa back to its usual spot in the middle of the room. Sure enough, she had moved it into a "dead spot" before posing for her boudoir photo.

You exit the live feed and bring up the recording, running it back about an hour to when the motion sensors first detected activity, then let it play forward.

The video starts as Wonder Woman drops out of the sky to land lightly on the balcony. Opening the door, she enters the apartment, crosses into the kitchen, fetches a drink from the fridge (some healthy fizzy thing), and takes a long drink.

After a minute, the heroine goes into her bedroom. She opens the door of an armoire, positioning it so it blocks a "hidden" camera that she's obviously spotted. Then she moves to stand in a corner that is a blind spot for the other camera she's found.

Which means she's right in front of the camera she doesn’t know about.

Diana props one foot up on an ottoman, unzips her red boot, and pulls it off, revealing a firm, shapely calf. She repeats the process with her other foot and spends a moment wriggling her toes. Her tiara goes next, followed by earrings and bracelets. Then she reaches behind her back to unfasten her costume. Her spectacular breasts bounce free as she bends over to slide the outfit over her hips and down her legs. She steps out of the garment and tosses it on her bed. (In view of the cameras she knows about, which would be super frustrating had that been all you got to see.) You get a brief glimpse of her magnificent nude body before she pulls on a robe and exits the not-so-blind spot, goes into the bathroom, and turns on the shower.

She pulls her hair back and ties it up on top of her head. She drapes her towel over the curtain rod in exactly the right spot to block one camera, then strips off her robe and hangs it over the 2nd camera.

Which, once again, leaves you with a perfect view from camera #3, as Diana enters the shower.