Consequences...

Laurel was back behind her desk, cheeks flaming and arms crossed in a **** effort to hide her chest, as though she hadn't just bared them to the whole city. Dinah meanwhile was on the other side of her desk, having pulled her chair close to it in an effort to use both for cover.

"Why did you say that?!" Dinah said, her voice a frantic whisper.

"I didn't see you objecting out there!" Laurel whispered back, eyes wide.

"Walk it back! I can't stay like this!" Dinah said.

"You're the one always talking about people needing to trust in the police **** again," Laurel said. She flushed. "How would it look if we broke a promise immediately?"

"Why did you even say it in the first place?!" Dinah said, blushing just as much as Laurel.

"You agreed!"

"I- I don't know why I..." Dinah's voice trailed off, high.

She nervously glanced over her shoulder, flushing to see Erin watching the two of them. A little 'friendship' relaxed her, though it did nothing to stop her squirming.

It was quite the situation. There was no easy way to back out of something promised at a press conference, especially when both of them had to be concerned with public opinion. Maybe Erin would need to keep checking back, a little bit of influencing if they ever came close to changing their minds, but otherwise...

"Felicity's going to kill me," Dinah murmured.

"What?" Laurel said. "You realise who you're in the room with, right?"

"This is your fault!" Dinah said. "But Felicity, I... With the new Green Arrow, the **** wanted me to keep tabs on known vigilante associates, and she's right at the top of that list. Half of them think she's in on it. They're going to take this as permission to..."

"At least we're not the only ones?" Laurel said. She whimpered.

Felicity stared at her TV screen. That... was not what she'd expected. What was Laurel thinking?At least the anchors reporting on the near-live footage seemed just as caught off-guard by the proclamation. They started musing about going too far, of respecting Dinah and Laurel for at least not putting themselves above it all...

All the while, in the corner of the screen a photo of the press conference was displayed. That image had at least been tastefully blurred, though the smudged skintone did nothing to give the impression that Laurel was anything other than naked.

To say nothing of the live conference itself; evidently the reporters hadn't expected the police captain and DA to walk out nude, the footage displaying far too much of them for a good half minute.

Felicity blinked, cleared her throat, then slowly turned off her TV. Ok. Weird.

Still, the strip search thing had to be a joke, right? It becoming lawful to strip someone no matter where they were, or who was around, or...

No, no way, this had to be some weird joke. Laurel probably wouldn't, Dinah definitely wouldn't...

Felicity shook her head, refocusing. Damn it, she'd clean forgotten what she was doing after that shock. She had to be somewhere, she was sure of it.