How is Nia dealing with Kara's really very thought out lesson plan? Does anything else happen to stop her getting home?

Whoops

Nia sat bolt upright, panting, uncomfortably warm in a way she was _not _going to think about. She grabbed at herself, patting herself down. PJs, bedsheets... she was at her apartment, in bed. Still dressed. She took a deep, shaky breath.

It still felt like her behind was stinging a little from the sheer intensity of the dream. Her heart was still racing, her cheeks still blazing, the recollection of how it had felt to be exposed utterly in front of all the city lingering.

Just a dream? No, it couldn't be, not like that, right? She knew she dreamt the future, but was that really what was going to happen to her?

Nia blushed anew. She did remember making an appointment with Kara to help with her training. Nervously she pulled her pyjamas off, nearing the Dreamer costume. When she opened her underwear drawer, embarrassingly, the unicorn panties she recalled wearing in the dream were on top. She pointedly pushed them aside, then, blushing, also pushed aside the Supergirl logo-print set underneath to pick something black and plain.

She knew it was coming, at least. That humiliationg experience, being stripped on some weird notion of training...

Nia gulped, and pressed her legs together. That wasn't the reaction she'd expected her body to have after waking up from such an embarrassing dream. Still, it left her with one more question.

When she met up with Kara, was she doomed to relive that vision, or might her advance warning be enough to prevent her exposure?