Moody mistress Lottie doesn't like the dress chosen by her servant to wear for a lunch engagement and she totally destroys it. So the hapless fellow hands her another, a rather striking red number. But after a few minutes Lottie takes her scissors and hands to it, cutting and ripping it until it is reduced to rags. His last choice is a white dress which looks classy, or so he thought. His boss hates it and destroys it just like the others. Lottie decides to take matters into her own hands and strides off in just her stockings to find something herself.

Moody mistress Lottie doesn't like the dress chosen by her servant to wear for a lunch engagement and she totally destroys it. So the hapless fellow hands her another, a rather striking red number. But after a few minutes Lottie takes her scissors and hands to it, cutting and ripping it until it is reduced to rags. His last choice is a white dress which looks classy, or so he thought. His boss hates it and destroys it just like the others. Lottie decides to take matters into her own hands and strides off in just her stockings to find something herself.