Felicity stood behind Oliver, who was bent over the medial bench, shirtless, Felicity’s tall, shiny black heels putting her hips right at level with Oliver’s backside. This might not have been weird, except she was dressed in a black vinyl bustier and very tiny shorts, like some sort of cross between a dominatrix and a Playboy bunny; the look was completed by wildly teased, tumbling blonde curls, an excess of dramatic eyeliner, and very, very red lips.
Felicity stared at Diggle where he stood at the bottom of the foundry steps, his duffel bag in hand, and her eyes were comically wide, lips stretching into a confused, nervous smile as she held a pair of large metal tweezers poised over the small of Oliver’s back.
"Yes, Diggle," Oliver said dryly, looking up at him from where he propped his weight against the metal bench on his forearms, "it’s true—you’ve stumbled on our sex-dungeon fantasy. Please, lose the pants and join in or leave."
Snapping out of her surprise, Felicity rolled her eyes and made a face, her empty hand coming down to slap stingingly in between Oliver’s shoulder blades censuringly. “Do not joke, Oliver Queen, there were days when that could have been a thing you did.” She was unaware of the way Oliver’s eyebrows popped high up on his forehead and his face went very carefully blank when her palm struck flat against the skin of his back, and Diggle wished he could now be unaware that Oliver probably enjoyed being spanked—not an image he particularly needed, thank you. Felicity recaptured his attention by gesticulating wildly with the tweezers. “Minor undercover mission, thus the getup. Stupid here tripped in an attic and somehow got an enormous splinter in the back, so I get to jab him with pointy things while looking like a total BDSM mistress.”
Her words settled into the air and they all just sort of stared at nothing, blinking, and Felicity wondered aloud, “Do you ever just stop and realize that our lives are really weird.”
Diggle chuckled, shook his head, and tossed his duffle towards the corner. “Hell yes, all the time. I swear to god, I leave for one night and this is what you two get up to?” He shook his head again, walking towards them. “I think the threesome invitation might’ve been less ridiculous.”