She starts slow

Mia blushed, but reluctantly had to admit the logic in what Laurel said. She didn't have any choice but to live in a world where those images were out there after all. So...

Still, it took her a while to psyche herself up. Then she shifted, moving her hands, taking hold of the bottom of her top and slowly lifting. It rose, baring inch after inch of bare skin, until a fancy lacy bra came into view, grey cups with an intricate black design contrasting well with the pale skin of her breasts. The cups dipped low, accentuating a lot of her cleavage.

While Mia was still tangled up in her shirt, with it over her face, Laurel took a guilty glance sideways. There was something particularly engaging about the sight, seeing them in the flesh, even when she'd seen them without the bra on. If anything they looked better knowing what Mia's underwear was hiding.

Then Mia at last succeeded with pulling her top off, holding it bunched up for a moment, before willing herself to throw it aside.

"Let's just start with that," Mia said, pink-cheeked.

"If you're sure," Laurel said. She coughed, and looked back at the screen.

There really was nowhere to look that didn't involve an exposed Mia. Mia blushed deeper, squirming uncomfortably in her chair, as Laurel shuffled closer to her bra-clad body. Laurel clicked again.

They looked together at the next photo. By some sense of divine timing, Mia's breasts were the focus of this one. She was standing with her back to a brick wall, head thrown back, one arm reaching up over her head and pressing into the wall as if winding in bedsheets. Her breasts were pushed out, firm and immaculate, nipples soft but still an eye-catching pink.

Laurel glanced at the real thing out of the corner of her eye. She had to admit, the sight of them heaving just beside her was mroe attractive. They even looked bigger than they did in the photo with the bra for support.

All that stopped Mia going full frontal yet again was a single Beebo toy clutched in her hand, fingers winding in blue fluff and holding it over her core, head askew and staring out with unblinking eyes that suddenly looked rather happy.

"Now that's just wrong," Mia said, blushing.

"Not a Beebo fan?" Laurel said.

"Not... there," Mia said. "Oh god, I think I still own that one... Yeah, I remember, I definitely do."

"Mia Queen owns plush toys?" Laurel teased.

"No!" Mia said quickly. "No, I, er, didn't say that."

Laurel chuckled. Absently she stretched her other arm out, companionably resting it across Mia's back, fingertips touching the bare skin between her bra and her pants. A jolt like an electric shot went through Mia, and she held her breath, the touch on her exposed skin feeling rather more intimate than Laurel had meant.

She breathed a little more tremulously then. What it did to her breasts was just indecent.

Click. Laurel and Mia were greeted by the sight of the next image, Mia back in the empty party venue, an angled view that was almost just behind her. She had her hands behind her back, and was facing away from the camera, though her blonde wavy hair was distinctive enough. She was standing on the floor, though was bent over ninety degrees, breasts squished against the table, pushing out her butt, each cheek as curved yet firm as it had been before, her sculpted rear even more flattered by the position.

Mia bit her lip, still fidgeting. Being in her bra really wasn't making this any easier. Mia's hands wrung together on her lap, fighting the urge to try and cover more.

Laurel glanced at her again. Mia squealed.

"Don't look!" Mia said.

"Not helping?" Laurel said. "Even a little?"

"It's... hard to compare," Mia said. She reddened. "Do you want me to... take something else off?"

Laurel's fingertips moved in slow, gentle, comforting circles. It raised goosebumps on Mia's skin, not helping her blush in the slightest.

"It might help," Laurel said. "You've got to get used to being seen sooner or later."

"I... guess," Mia said.

She waited for a few moments. Then she started shuffling again, undoing her pants, but leaving them there for a moment. She took a deep breath, looking up only to again see the picture of her bare behind. There really was nowhere to look.

Still, if she had to...

She arched up, and started to slide her pants down. Her legs, now, appeared slightly more toned than the photo. Laurel licked her lips unconsciously at the sight of the increasingly exposed Queen.

Her pants were around her ankles when there was the sound of someone clearing her throat.

Mia and Laurel turned, Mia rather more frantically, falling out of her chair in shock to see Dinah standing in the doorway. Dinah's eyebrows rose, greeted by the sight of Mia in just her matching underwear, dark grey with lacy black, her panties no more than a thong riding up between her sculpted cheeks. Mia squirmed, whimpering, as her jeans slipped off her feet.

She was barefoot already. That much was a holdover from her new memories. She always seemed to prefer forgoing shoes.

Laurel, at least, stayed in her chair and was dressed. Mia's ass on the screen however didn't do much to make her look innocent.

Dinah took a very deep breath.

"So... what did I just walk in on?"