Yes and yes, but...

"There's only two chairs," Dinah said.

Laurel paused, glancing around the room they were in. She had been a bit too distracted to take in furnishings, but Dinah was right. There was a couch, but it was the other side of the room and a bit too bulky to move over for this. The only smaller, one-person chairs were the ones she and Mia were sat on.

Though the fact Dinah hadn't left yet did seem to indicate she wanted to stick around. It probably wouldn't take much.

Laurel looked around for a moment before, before her gaze settled on the red-faced Mia. Oh, well...

"Okay Mia, come over here," Laurel said, tapping her lap.

Mia squeaked.

"Dinah needs a seat," Laurel said. "Sit on my lap. Probably easier that way."

"But, I, I'm..."

"I know," Laurel said. "You wanted to get used to it, remember? Refusing to do things just because you're in your underwear won't help you adjust. You do still want to, don't you?"

Mia hesitated. She nodded mutely. Like she had a choice, the pictures were already out there.

Silently, the underwear-clad Mia lifted herself up for a moment, then lowered herself down to sit on the Canary's lap, biting her lip. She could feel the denim of Laurel's jeans against the underside of her thighs, even feeling the coarseness through her underwear, and the cool smoothness of her leather jacket was distinct against Mia's back. She eeped as Laurel gently rested her left hand on Mia's upper thigh, casually, as if she just needed to put her hand somewhere.

Dinah raised her eyebrows, but said nothing, taking the seat that had been Mia's.

"So how exactly do you do this?" Dinah said.

"We just... look," Mia said, still red.

With her other hand, Laurel clicked to display the next image.

Mia wasn't sure if she was glad that this picture technically had her wearing something. True, it was just a shirt, but it was more in the way of decent clothing than she'd had on before. It was her SCUgraduation tee, the name of her college and year of graduation emblazoned across the back; she remembered the photographer taking ages to crumple it just enough to look natural, while keeping the identifying marks readable.

The picture was taken from behind, and her shirt was riding up a little, meaning it did nothing whatsoever to cover her butt. Her blonde hair had been swept to the side to go over her shoulder, keeping the back readable. Mia was again standing indoors, one arm stretched out over her head, while the other was lifting the front of the shirt; she could see that in a large mirror set into the opposite wall, her body positioned just so that there was still too good a view of the front of her body too.

Thankfully the shirt at least meant something there. Even with her hand slowly hiking the front up, it stopped just below her breasts, displaying only her toned abdomen. Unfortunately her sex was still entirely bared.

She remembered getting a few angry messages from her college after that shot in particular had gone out. Now, Mia was kind of wishing she'd listened to them.

"How's that?" Laurel said. Her voice came out low, almost whispering, her lips close enough to Mia's ear now that she could feel her breath against her neck. Laurel's head was tilted to the side, peering over Mia's shoulder.

"Uncomfortable," Mia said.

She wriggled a little, trying to adjust to her new position. Laurel chuckled, her left hand resuming moving in gentle circles against Mia's skin. Her fingertips almost brushed Mia's panties.

"If you can focus on that, maybe we're making progress," Laurel said.

Was it progress if she could accept people seeing her like this, even if she was still embarrassed about it? Mia wasn't sure.

"At least this gives me an excuse to actually ask," Dinah said. "Why the arrowhead?"

Both Laurel and Mia turned to her.

"Don't look at me like that," Dinah said. "I was curious the first time I saw these, but there's not exactly any way to bring it up in conversation. Why did you go for an arrowhead?"

Dinah tapped the screen, and the reflection of Mia's core, the high-resolution image still detailing her tastes in personal grooming. Mia blushed.

"I thought it'd be funny," Mia whispered.

"What?"

"I thought it'd be funny!" Mia said, louder and squeakier. "When you go in for photos like... that, they touch up every bit of you, so they asked what I wanted done with the fuzz, and... Most of the styles involved triangles, it wasn't that far to arrowhead... Different person! Remember?"

"Do you still have it?" Laurel said.

Mia whimpered. When she didn't respond, Laurel's hand quickly slipped up higher, hooking around the band of Mia's panties and pulling out for a moment; she glanced down over Mia's shoulder, as Dinah, admittedly curious, glanced for the second her sex was visible, before a very flustered Mia batted Laurel's hand away.

There was a second of silence. Mia bit her lip. She was regretting the other her's choice now.

"Should I be flattered?" Dinah said eventually.

It was a canary. Admittedly there was barely anything in the way of hair there, but the pale blonde stubble that remained, properly taken care of, could make remarkably intricate designs. Mia had never been quite so embarrassed.

"There's... context," Mia said awkwardly.

Both Canaries raised their eyebrows. Mia swallowed.

"Look, it's... I got everything done professionally. Everything. Kind of part of being a socialite, and she saw nothing wrong with having a stranger's face down... there for ages while getting styled, so... she got bored of the arrow, figured she was blonde, and, er..." Mia bit her lip. "Moving on!"

She reached on to click for the next photo, anxious to change the topic away from the two staring at her.

Apparently she wasn't going to have any private secrets left after this. Though that wasn't exactly in question, she reflected, as she took in the next of the many, many nude photos of her.

Gone was the shirt. Gone too was the mirror, leaving her in a notably more formal setting. The floor was white, save for a red carpet down the middle leading up to the focal point of the image. Naturally it was a naked Mia, this time sat on a throne, the fact her long, bare legs were crossed about the only part of the picture Mia was grateful for. The slight angle she sat at gave a much better view up her thighs, and her breasts were entirely bare. Rather than crossing her arms or even having her hands resting on the arms of the throne, she held an orb in one hand and a sceptre in the other, arms reaching just past the edges of the throne to have them outstretched.

She was a Queen after all. She remembered how that had been the thought process. Completing the look was a crown, a circle of gold with a dome of velvet (or at least sufficient lookalike materials) atop her head. Her hair was pulled back, leaving her pale chest entirely exposed, and all the more obvious set against the dark red of the throne around it.

Mia fidgeted a little, then froze. Her normal squirming was a touch more embarrassing with the heat of Laurel's body beneath her. She heard Laurel's breath hitch.

"Queen?" Laurel said, breathlessly, and amused.

"Yeah," Mia said softly. "That was... um, the second cover they wanted me to do."

"That was on a cover?" Dinah said.

"Um, there's a version where I crossed my arms," Mia said. "Covered my, you know, it was more suitable. I... wish we were looking at that version."

"I don't," Laurel murmured, apparently unaware she'd spoken.

Mia blushed. For a moment the three of them took in the latest installment from Mia's scandalous past.

Mia wasn't sure how things could get much more embarrassing, though maybe that was a point. Even if all this was still utterly mortifying, maybe it meant knowing any random stranger she ran into on the streets had seen her like this wouldn't be quite so hard to bear. Maybe.

Mia swallowed.

"I think it's time we move on, don't you?" Laurel said.

"Next picture?" Mia said.

"Not exactly," Laurel said.

Once more, Laurel's hand moved from Mia's thigh, quickly trailing up her stomach to effortlessly undo the front-clasp of her bra. Mia squealed, but made herself not react as Laurel tugged the straps down her arm.

Her bra was thrown aside with the rest of her clothes, leaving Mia Queen in just her panties, heart pounding, and resting on Laurel's lap as Laurel's left hand again returned to absently stroking her thigh. Mia flushed a deeper shade of red as she noticed Dinah looking at her too.

She was tempted to cross her arms, cover her breasts again, though something made her falter. maybe it was just the knowledge Laurel would probably pull her arms back down. Either way sooner or later she had to get used to the fact people would see her exposed.

"They look different," Dinah said eventually.

"Hm?" Laurel said, angling to peer more easily around Mia's shoulder, shuffling beneath the nearly nude Queen.

Mia squeaked as both Canaries looked at her breasts.

"It's just make-up," Mia said. "On, um, there. They neated up everything, made it look better, you know."

Mia gestured at the screen, flushing. She hadn't expected to have her breasts compared with a photo when she'd come by today.

Dinah and Laurel looked from her to the screen for a few moments, Laurel taking in the differences from her awkward position, both admiring Dinah's quick observation and suppressing the urge to give Dinah a knowing smirk.

"I wouldn't say they're the ones that look better," Dinah said, looking at the screen, before realizing what she'd said and coughing. Mia blushed.

She shifted again awkwardly, trying to get comfortable on Laurel's lap, and felt her freed breasts shift with her. It was a good few seconds before Dinah looked away.

"Ready to continue?" Laurel said, hand ready to click.