It would take a lot to make Lena Luthor, confident high-powered billionaire CEO of L-corp, utterly flummoxed.

Walking in on Kara Danvers and Diana Prince, both stark naked and covered in olive oil, would do it.

24 HOURS EARLIER

It all started with an ordinary moment. Kara was in Lena's office, discussing Catco business. Lena had to get past Kara to get some papers on her desk, but they both did that awkward side-to-side dance of two people getting out of each other's way but going in the same direction and blocking each other. Kara giggled, embarrassed, but tensed in surprise when Lena took Kara's arm to guide her out of the way.

Kara's bicep was as hard and immovable as a lamppost. "Oh," said Lena, her mouth staying open.

"What is it? Is something the matter?"

"No, not at all," said Lena, her hand still holding Kara's arm. "You… Do you work out, Kara? Your arm is like steel."

"What? No," said Kara, consciously relaxing her muscles. "That is, uh, hardly ever. Not as much as I'd like, I guess? I'm just, you know…" She shrugged. "Active?"

Lena remembered herself and, with an unconscious pout of disappointment, let go of Kara. She brightened. "I have a gym."

"Like, a regular gym? Where you work out? Regularly?"

"No, I have a gym. I own it. It was part of a real estate deal. Ownership was bundled with the building it was in. I need to check it out anyway; why don't you meet me there this time tomorrow? We can get a workout and I can look the place over."

" time… But I'd be at work."

"You'll be helping me evaluate the facility."

Kara smiled that sunny smile that make Lena quietly melt inside. "Welp," said Kara, "if it's okay with my boss."

At the time Lena only thought she was doing a kindness for Kara. At the time, Lena hadn't been thinking about Kara with her hair pulled back, loose tendrils framing her sweat-damp face, probably wearing a lightweight top and shorts…

But later, Lena thought about that a lot.

12 HOURS EARLIER

(earlier than the opening scene, but later than the...oh, you know)

Even if Diana Prince weren't statuesque and well-muscled, her sheer personality would spill out of the coffee-shop booth the way her sculpted body did. She was dressed in civilian clothes so as not to draw attention to her, or to Kara sitting across from her. Of course, she was incapable of not drawing some attention, but at least the other patrons were fixated on the Amazon (whose black hair cascaded over the collar of her unbuttoned flannel shirt worn over a cotton tee) for her own sake, not because she was Wonder Woman.

"So, daughter of Krypton, what was the delicate matter you needed my help with? Advice on asking out Lena Luthor?"

Kara spluttered. "What? No! I mean, why would you think- We're friends, and I-" She paused as Diana's mischievous smirk registered. "Oh, you're teasing. You are teasing, right?"

"Of course," said Diana, convincingly stone-faced.

"It is about Lena, as it happens-"

"Ah."

"What do you mean, 'Ah'?"

"Nothing. Go on."

Kara humph ed. "Okay. Here's the thing. Lena has this gym, and she invited me to work out with her tomorrow-"

"Ah."

"What? What 'ah'?"

Diana blinked slowly. "Did I say something?"

"You said- Never mind. Here's the thing. I've never been to an earth gym, so I'm not sure how to behave."

"And you asked me because…?"

"I can't ask anyone who knows me as Kara because not knowing how stuff works would sound weird, and I can't ask my sister because…"

Diana raised an eyebrow and waited for her to go on.

"She'd say 'Ah' at me. You're the only person I know from earth who I can talk to about this. At least, I thought I could."

Diana smiled. (In the background a barista poured coffee on her own hand and two customers ran into furniture.) "You are my friend, and I will help you, with respect, any way I can."

Kara sighed with relief.

"But first," said Diana, "what is a 'gym'?"

Kara rolled her eyes. She may not be so much help after all. "A gym. A gymnasium. A place you go to exercise."

"Oh, a γυμναστήριο! Of course. It's been a few hundred years, but I'm sure nothing much has changed."

"So, will I need any special clothes or equipment?"

"The gymnasium should have their own equipment. I'm not sure if they'll have their own olive oil, so I'll bring some to be safe."

Kara looked up from her coffee. "You will?"

"I'll come with you. I can provide guidance, and cover up for any slip-ups. You are my friend."

Kara smiled warmly. "Thank you."

"And you'll be naked, of course, so casual clothes should be fine."

"I what now?" Kara deliberately set down her mug so as not to accidentally crush it.

"It's in the name. Gymnós - naked. Gymnasium - to exercise naked."

Kara looked at her sideways, afraid Diana was teasing again. "Are you sure?"

"Not much point covering yourself in olive oil if you're just going to put clothes on top."

Diana looked perfectly serious, so Kara nodded in agreement. "You said it'd been a while. Didn't you have gymnasiums - gymnasia? - on Themyscira?"

"We mostly got our exercise other ways. Wrestling, combat training, games. There was a wonderful game we played where one of us would put on antlers and the rest of us would 'hunt the deer' through the forest. And when we caught her, she had to-" She caught Kara's intense expression. "Not relevant. So, shall I meet you there? Or would you rather it just be you and Lena?"

Kara pictured herself and Lena, naked and oiled. She'd definitely need a buffer. "No! Definitely come along."

5 MINUTES EARLIER

The general manager of the gym swallowed hard, and smoothed her hair for the third time in as many minutes. "So, Ms. Luthor, would you like us to open up as usual? And the trainers…?"

Lana looked over the office with a professional eye. Not as organized as she'd like. "Not just yet. I'm meeting a...colleague...here. We'd like some privacy as we check out the facilities. No interruptions. Put a sign on the doors. I'll let you know when we're ready to have you open. And let me know when my colleague arrives."

"Oh, they're both here already. I hope that's alright?"

Both? Lena frowned to herself. "I'm sure it's fine," she said, distracted, and headed for the gym proper. She noticed a large ceramic jug in the change room, and made a mental note to ask about it later.

And then she walked through the double doors.

1 LONG GOBSMACKED PAUSE LATER

Lena's brain attempted to reconcile the sight of Kara's sunny smile and bright innocent eyes with the gleaming, flawless, incredibly toned, nude body it was attached to. Kara's face and body both filled her with warm feelings, of two different although compatible kinds.

"And this is my friend Diana," said Kara. "Diana, this is my friend - boss - um, this is Lena."

"How do you do," said Diana, nodding acknowledgement.

Lena's brain, just beginning to recover, was knocked off track again. "Diana...Prince? Diana of Themyscira Prince?" Diana nodded.

On top of the breathtaking uninterrupted sight of Wonder Woman, which did nothing to lessen the pounding pulse in Lena's ears, the corner of her brain that clung to rational thought pointed out that there were people who would literally pay millions of dollars to be in the same room with Wonder Naked Woman. She then immediately chastised herself for thinking that.

It'd be worth it, though.

Kara chuckled awkwardly and moved her hands in no particular direction. "Gosh, I'm sorry," she said to Diana. "She must be a little star-struck." She turned to Lena. "Honestly, she may be a superhero but she's really just a regular person. Just like Supergirl. You like Supergirl, right?" She waited for Lena to do more than nod. "So, are you going to be exercising too? You're still dressed."

Lena swallowed harder than the gym's manager had done. Thank god I asked for privacy. "Um, yes, of course. That's why we're here. Right?"

"Excellent," said Diana. "Now, which of us would you like to massage you with olive oil? I assure you that I can control my strength, but if you'd prefer something gentler I'm sure Kara would be happy to help."

Lena imagined Diana's strong hands, slick with oil, massaging the tension out of her muscles. Then she imagined Kara's hands running smoothly over every part of her body. Every part.

As a CEO it was her job to make decisive choices without hesitation. But nothing had prepared her for this. Her embarrassment said no to both options. Other parts of her were screaming God yes! to both.

Lena knew enough of ancient Greece to know that this was perfectly normal. Centuries ago on the other side of the ocean, that is. This must've been Wonder Woman's - Diana's - idea.

And it would be rude to point out that it isn't how we do things now.

And she's my inadvertent guest. I wouldn't want to embarrass her.

Kara's going along with it. It must be okay.

Also, OH MY GOD!

"I…will oil myself."

"I don't recommend it," said Diana. "Massage is important. To warm up and relax the muscles."

Kara was looking at her expectantly. As insane as it all seemed, Lena couldn't bring herself to disappoint Kara by not playing along. "Ms. Prince, may I impose on you?" She couldn't let Kara do it; not and look her in the eye at work afterwards.

Kara smiled, happy that Lena was joining in, and that evidently she was doing gym right. "I'll do... exercise stuff while you're busy. Keep myself loose." She walked over to the weight bench, puttering and stalling as she tried to guess what an appropriate weight for a normal human would be. She idly picked up a 50 pound weight, flipping the disk back and forth as if it was a paper plate. Diana caught her eye over Lena's shoulder and discreetly shook her head.

"Uh!" said Kara, quickly lowering the thick chunk of iron. "Gosh, that's heavy! Too heavy for a normal person like me!" Diana rolled her eyes and followed Lena into the change room.

Lena lay face-down on the massage table, not even a modesty towel over her bottom. She'd had one, but Diana simply raised an eyebrow and said, "I've seen more naked buttocks than you can imagine. It's hardly necessary."

Lena pulled away the towel.

"Mmm, nice!" said Diana. In response to Lena's angry glare, she explained, "It was a joke. People assume I'm humourless simply because I'm serious." As Lena relaxed, she added, "I'm sure you can relate."

Just close your eyes and remember it's a regular, ordinary massage, thought Lena . The fact that I'm getting massaged by a naked, beautiful, superpowered literal Amazon is irrelevant. Diana hoisted the ceramic jug, poured some oil into her hands, and began. Her powerful fingers spread the oil and worked into Lena's muscles, starting at the buttocks and working down each leg in turn. Not irrelevant! Not irrelevant! Lena moaned involuntarily as Diana worked the tension out of her muscles, firm but never going past the point of tolerable pain/pressure.

Before long Lena was in a virtual trance, so relaxed all she could do or wanted to do was let the waves of pressure wash over her. "Oh God, I'm limp. I'm putty. Shape me, I'm made of clay," she said in a dreamy voice.

"I was made of clay," said Diana. "I got better." She re-oiled her hands. "Now roll over."

Lena did so lethargically until Diana, impatient, picked her up and turned her over. She returned to her work. When she was nearly done, massaging Lena's biceps and shoulders, she said, "So, Kara admires you a great deal."

"Mmm-hmm," replied Lena.

"A very, very great deal. She cares about you deeply."

"Mmmmm."

"As an employer, a friend, and a woman."

"Mmm."

"And you love her too."

"Mmmmmmmm- what? " Lena fought the lethargy and raised her head. "No, it's not like that."

"Well, I'm sure you know best." Diana moved to the other side of the table and worked on Lena's right arm, from fingertip to shoulder. "She does seem to particularly admire - 'have a thing for', I suppose you'd say - confident, strong women. Women born to command. Who happen to have dark hair and classical beauty." As she reached Lena's shoulder, she leant down, her mouth to Lena's ear, and murmured, "And if you don't make your move soon, someone else might." She straightened up. In a conversational tone she said, "Well, there. You're done. Ready to get out there?"

"Um, yes," said Lena. "Ready."