<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Fetish club<br/>Her own image looking at her</strong><br/>The girl looked startlingly like Susan, indeed. Short hair... muscular body... scanning her surroundings... military-style clothing... and that look in her eyes suggesting people are better off not messing with her, because she's seen stuff she didn't want to see, but is willing to make you into more of said stuff.<br/>What were the odds? Well, who knows, but life can be like this!<br/>As Susan was looking at her, she went to the bar, slapping asses indiscriminately - or, as far as Susan could tell, the subs' asses, while smiling and sending kisses at the doms and dommes present. Gender didn't seem to affect her choice, either. An ass is an ass is an ass, her attitude showed.<br/>And then she spoke to the bartender, and reached to get her drink. Coke and Vodka, as far as Susan could tell.<br/>Which was also when she looked in the bar mirror, which Susan was using to observe her. Two very similar faces flashed through it.<br/>The girl froze for a moment, then turned to Sue, and started approaching her.<br/><br/>