No, but she will show Lauren some compassion

Lauren's frank words knock some of the cruelty out of Megan. The former maid stops playing with the falsies and kneels down next to her former employer.

"Hey, look, ok," Megan says as she wipes a tear from the very distraught Lauren's face. "These things don't matter, alright?" Megan says as she shakes the giant blob of phony flesh in front of Lauren.

"Yes they do..." Lauren says, her voice cracking as the tears run down her red cheeks. "Nobody wants a... a..." Lauren starts crying as she remembers one of the cruelest names she was called back in high school. "A flattie Patty!"

Megan looks away for a moment as she remembers her own unpleasant adolescence.

"You don't need this junk to be happy," Megan says in a hushed tone, afraid someone besides Lauren might hear her. She looks away from the blubbering baby and awkwardly coughs. "Or to be loved..."

*SNIFF!* "Really?!" Lauren says, so deep in despair she's willing to take any hope she can get.

"Uh... yeah," Megan says as she continues to avoid eye contact. "But... look... if... these mean so much to you..."

Lauren leans forward. "You'll let me keep them!?" She asks eagerly.

"No... but, uh, I won't throw them away, alright?" Megan says, standing up as she heads for the door. "Maybe I'll uh, I'll just hold on to them, for safe keeping, you know?"

Lauren's heart beats faster as she's given a sliver of hope.

"But don't tell anyone I did this, ok? Or we'll both get in trouble."

"I wont..." Lauren says as she wipes her nose on her bare arm.

"Yeah," Megan says as she clears her throat and opens the door. "There's a maid uniform over there if you want it. Those are all the clothes you're getting, understand?"

"Ok," Lauren says as she stands up on her weak, wobbly, stubby legs.

Megan leaves and shuts the door behind her as Lauren examines her new and only outfit.

The naked dethroned diva suddenly curses; the uniform doesn't come with a bra or panties.