Sadly, No

A pale body slipped through the street. The concrete hard on the balls of Lois Lane's feet. Her eyes unable to adjust to the darkness, thanks to the street lights. She walked, not wanting to run, heart hammering in her chest. Every dark window in every house she passed felt like an eye, watching her. At any moment, Lois thought someone would be sitting in one of the cars parked on the street, or come out of their front door to watch a dog, or even a teenager might be out raising hell with their friends...

...yet, nothing happened.

The neighborhood was silent. No cars came down the street. No one was outside their house on their little soops, smoking a cigarette or talking on their phone. Once, Lois passed a ground-floor apartment that had left the shades open. She paused and looked through to see a man and a woman watching the glare of a television screen in the darkness. Not looking at her at all.

The naked reporter paused for a heartbeat, almost willing them to turn, to see the white woman outside, stark naked. Yet they were glued to their screen, and Lois moved on, conscious of her mistress' command.

Nudity can feel so natural—yet for Lois Lane, who had often walked around nude in her own apartment with the blinds drawn, it felt like such a waste. Here she was, utterly naked, and there was no one to see the goose-pimples on her skin, the way her nipples were stiff in the cold air, the wetness of her pussy. She was naked, but no one could see it.

The public restroom was right where her mistress had said it would be. The yellow light spilled out from the Brutalist concrete architecture, product of a push to improve public amenities in Metropolis in the '60s, and situated right next to a bus stop. Lois felt the concrete smooth out beneath her feet as she slipped, not into the women's half, but the men's half. Crinkled her nose at the smell of stale piss, padded past sinks and urinals to the stalls...and to the final stall...

There was a hole carved through the plastic wall. Lois entered, secured the door, and sat on the cold toliet seat, which was thankfully clean.

Now, all she could do was wait.