No

She looked at the contents shocked. It was barely an outfit. She contemplated her situation as she rifled through the bag, hoping to find something -- anything -- else. No such luck. It was all there was. She held up the tiny shorts. She desperately hoped something more substantial would fall out of it, because in itself it was precious little. Something maybe Sarah would wear, if 'persuaded' by her of course. But definitely no one decent would ever donne something like that. Never.

She put it back in the bag and pulled out the mask. She had seen similar numerous times, but this was the first time she had actually held on in her hands. She touched the zippers and thought of the defencelessness one would feel if deprived of all senses. She made a little note to herself about getting one for Sarah. As she was eyeing the mask, imagining it on her little pet, the images of Sarah turned into images of herself prancing around topless in a gimp mask, with everyone laughing at her. She could immediately feel her stomach turn.

She shuddered at the mere thought of it. She shook away all those images in her head, and then threw the mask and the bag in the sink nearby. How could she make a fool out of herself in such a getup? She leaned on the sink and looked her reflection in the eyes.

"You are Lauren." her image told her, "You can't demean yourself with a gimp mask."

She felt like she was going crazy, talking to herself. But her reflection did have a point.

"You were born a Mistress." her image continued, "Snap out of it, and show them what you are made of!"

With her makeup, her face still reflected her usual confident self. Her face showed a newfound determination. Yes! Yes, she was a Mistress. On the way to becoming a Dominatrix. This was all just a test of her willpower. If she'd failed then, she would forever have been condemned to the role of a mere sub. No. She would demand respect, no matter what she wore, -- or what she didn't wear in that case.

"Whoah, I didn't see you there." said one of the women turning the corner and nearly bumping into her.

Lauren turned her head. "Then open your eyes next time, damn it!" she snapped back.

"L-Lauren?" the woman asked with a puzzled look, as she recognised the Mistress.

Lauren looked the woman up. She was a tall, curvy woman with blonde hair. She was wearing long boots with a short miniskirt and a top, tight across her generous bosom. Her outfit accentuated her flat tummy and narrow waist. Yes, she was pretty. But who was she? Did she know her? From the collar around her slim neck, she seemed to be someone's sub, but Lauren couldn't remember seeing her before. Of course, she herself was quite infamous among subs and dommes alike, so that would explain how she recognised her.

"That's 'Mistress Lauren' to you." she said as she turned around all the way, standing tall and defiant. Well, as tall as she could without any shoes.

"Whoah..."

Saying that the woman was shocked would be a huge understatement. There, in front of her stood Mistress Lauren, infamous Queen of the Night, in nothing but a pair of red panties. That would have been something in itself, but it was not all. Without her usual outfit, the snarky Mistress lacked any and all womanly curves. No exaggeration there. A pint-sized little pixie, with pancake flat chest, narrow hips, skinny legs and a tummy that stood out further than her 'bust'. If not for her perfect hair and makeup, she would have mistaken her for an elementary schooler. Or a boy.