Hours Later, At Rachel's Event

The slam of the door echoed through the empty meeting room, and felt like an audible pair of handcuffs being slapped on an increasingly worried Tanya.

In the hours that had passed since her journey through the convention halls, Tanya had tried her best to forget about the humiliations in the Sailor Moon outfit. Tried, and failed. Spectacularly failed. In no small way because Rachel seemed to delight in reminding her of it at every available opportunity.

The event that she'd been **** to advertise for Rachel was now only minutes away, and she'd already been **** into a costume change by her mistress.

Rather than the frankly humiliating Sailor Moon cosplay outfit that she'd had to parade around the convention centre halls in, Rachel had now deemed it fit that Tanya be dressed in some kind of bizarre chainmail bikini.

The ill-fitting bikini at least covered her crotch and nipples, but not much else, and Tanya felt incredibly self-conscious as the outfit slinked and slipped over the chest and ample backside. The blonde wig was gone, and now her own long red locks were evident.

She imagined that she must look like one of those scantily-clad warrior princesses that she'd occasionally see grace the cover of one of Matt's comics, but she was also aware that she'd been denied any kind of weapon or shield. Tanya had literally nothing left to defend her honour, and she cowered slightly next to the shorter, yet clearly dominant Rachel.

There was no crowd yet, although the room was clearly big enough to fit at least a hundred people at full capacity.

Tanya looked at Rachel, and nervously asked "Umm... so, what exactly are we doing here?"

Rachel just shrugged, and pointed a large wooden block that appeared to grace a nearby display table.

"Oh, just a little... historical re-enactment of a fairly common scene from Medieval times!" Rachel said, slyly.

Tanya's next question was rudely interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. She gave Rachel a nervous look, and Rachel merely told her to go stand by the display table and wait.