Inside the Convention Hall

For the next hour, Tanya was paraded around the convention hall. Wherever she went, men's conversations would cease and she would - at least temporarily - become the centre of their world. Rachel smirked happily, and even didn't seem to bothered about the fact that Tanya was getting all the attention in a world that was supposed to be Rachel's domain.

Rachel had pretty clear as to what Tanya had to do. There were at least one hundred pamphlets, and Tanya was **** to hand each of them out. It wasn't sufficient to just hand the pamphlets out though. With a blush so permanent people may have assumed she was wearing makeup, Tanya had to politely ask each attendee to come along.

When more than one attendee asked her why she was clearly wearing such a revealing outfit, Tanya was allowed to reply in only one way.

"Oh well," Tanya would say, through gritted teeth, "I'm a huge Sailor Moon fan, and ever since I was a little girl I wanted to dress just like her!"

Tanya would then have to give a quick twirl, invariably resulting in her skirt lifting up and her red cartoon panties appearing for the benefit of all.

Initially, she thought the humiliation would fade over time, perhaps as she became accustomed to the outfit, and dulled to the sensation of being perved at. As the pile of pamphlets slowly disappeared though, Tanya could instead only feel the humiliation building.

What made the experience even worse was that Rachel was pretty clear that Tanya was prohibited from opening up the pamphlet to read it in it's entirety. Nervousness added to the embarrassment, and Tanya couldn't help but tug and twist as she tried to somehow make the outfit less.

"This makes us even, right?" Tanya muttered quietly to Rachel, as the final pamphlet was handed over to a tall, spectacled man with a massive ill-kept neckbeard.

"Don't worry, today will make us even." Rachel replied, with a grin.

Unspoken in her response was that the day was far from over. A concerned Tanya looked hard at Rachel, trying to decipher what exactly she'd meant by that.

"Now..." Rachel said, "we've got four or five hours before the event, why don't you go and..." Rachel suddenly paused mid-sentence, and tilted her head to one side. She seemed to be considering something, and weighing up whether she should do it or not.

With a shrug, she continued with "Oh, what the hell. Why not?"