No it does not

Rachel didn't even bother looking up as Tanya approached, although Tanya was not making any attempt to hide her approach and she sensed the other woman knew she was there.

Tanya came to a stop at the table, and put the tray of breakfast food down gently, fearful of spilling the orange juice. Rachel's mouth suddenly creased in an amused smile, and she slowly raised her gaze to meet her companion.

"Good to see you Tanya. I was wondering when you'd join me for breakfast. Hope you slept well."

Tanya **** a rejoining smile on her own face. "Oh, you know, something about a strange bed always makes it difficult to get as many hours as you need."

Rachel merely laughed at that, and pushed the chair opposite back with her foot. "Sit down." she said, clearly more of an instruction than a request for company. Tanya complied though, and quickly took her place at the table.

'You wouldn't believe some of the things I've heard people talking about!" Rachel whispered conspiratorially, mischief twinkling in her eyes.

Tanya didn't rise to the bait, but Rachel pushed on anyway. "Apparently some complete slut exposed herself to a large crowd of guys, after having invited them all to see her punishments."

Tanya's smile flickered, but she **** it back on to her features, and tried to ignore the sensation of her cheeks turning red.

"Well, there's always two sides to every story." she replied, carefully choosing her words.

"True." Rachel seemed to concede, before giving a short laugh, and continuing with "In this case there was her front side and her back side. And you won't believe what I heard she'd had inserted into her backside!"

Tanya cast her eyes down involuntarily, determination at seeing through her plan for **** wilting slightly under the pressure of hearing Rachel talk so openly about her previous embarrassments.

"Take for instance, those two guys over there." Rachel said, conversationally, pointing in the vague direction of the food bar with a lazy waft of her fork. "I heard them say she even provided the tomatoes for her audience, because it was like, some weird fetish of hers or something."

Tanya's ears burned at the allegation, and she stole a look over at the food bar. It was two of the guys Tanya had seen fawning over their phones, and Tanya had the sinking feeling that it wasn't the latest performance by some actor or actress that they were debating over. No, as Tanya looked on at them agonisingly, she couldn't help but mentally picture them masturbating over her latest performance instead.

Still, Tanya thought, trying desperately to regain some measure of composure, maybe this was an opening of sorts. Dragging her eyes back to Rachel, she let some meekness become evident in her body language.

"Do... do you think those guys over there recognise me?" Tanya whispered, looking at a part of the room directly behind Rachel's left shoulder.

Rachel turned to look, and cast an appraising eye over the men behind her.

"Well," she said while keeping her eyes on three fat gentlemen gawking over something on one of the men's tablets, "they definitely seem to have found something memorable from there convention experience so far."

"And," Rachel continued, turning back to face Tanya, "it's only day one! Imagine what could happen today!" The woman's evil smile sent shivers down Tanya's spine, even as she struggled to get her heart rate down from the rapid pounding she could currently feel. Tanya had just about managed to switch the orange juices around a split second before Rachel had turned back.

With overwhelming relief, Tanya realised that she'd just managed to pull off step one on her **** mission.

Smiling warmly at Rachel, Tanya leaned in. "Absolutely! I can definitely imagine a couple of things they'll be enjoying today!" She had to mask the fiery look in her eyes though. Tanya briefly reprimanded herself as she felt a flicker of anger sweep over her face - she couldn't give away that a reversal was on the cards.

Tanya took a sip out of her orange juice, and even managed to take a bite out of her food. Keeping her eyes down, she nonetheless felt a moment of triumph pick up her spirits as she saw Rachel reach for her own drink. The drink Tanya had spiked and just switched. The woman took a couple of swigs, and Tanya's spirits soared as her tormentor finally placed an empty glass back on the table between them.

They continued on in silence for a few minutes, simply eating and letting the background noise around them build as more of the convention goers started to flood in for the exhibits of day two.

Then, to Tanya's great satisfaction, Rachel suddenly seemed to stop and blink a few times. Tanya's pulse leapt up a few notches as the woman across the table from her shook her head, as if to try and clear her mind of something.

Then, Rachel looked at Tanya and Tanya could see confusion in her eyes.

"What... what was in the drink?!" she demanded, trying to hold herself together even as her body began to show signs of giving up.

"Ohh..." Tanya said with a snarl of triumphant satisfaction , "Just a sleeping pill or four... don't worry though. I'll make sure you're well looked after while you have a sleep!"

Tanya's mind raced ahead to the degradations she'd be able to inflict upon Rachel once she had access to her phone, her wallet, her room, and - most importantly - her body. A whole new world of **** opened up in front of her, and seemed to welcome Tanya as the land's new Empress of Embarrassment.

Then, as she tried to focus on the increasingly sleepy Rachel, Tanya suddenly felt her own head begin to swim. Damn it, she thought, skipping sleep last night wasn't going to ruin her day! She blinked herself a few times, and opened her mouth to cast a few more threats and insults Rachel's way. As her jaw hung open though, she couldn't seem to find the words or the strength to utter them.

Shaking her head again, her own sense of confusion began to build, and through hazy eyes, she was puzzled when Rachel's own body language suddenly switched.

"Oh Tanya." Rachel said, almost sweetly. "Did you really think that was going to work?"

"What... what do... you... mean..." Tanya said, struggling to keep her eyes open.

Rachel leaned back in her chair, now a picture of cruel concentration. "Did you really think that I wouldn't notice you switch my juice around?" Rachel waved a hand at the glasses between the two women. "I mean, one was even clearly more full than the other!"

"No.... no...." Tanya said, as hours of missed sleep mercilessly mingled with what was clearly the tainted orange juice to create an irresistible cocktail of sleepiness.

"You're so damn predictable!" Rachel continued, gleefully, "I even made the small precaution of switching the orange juices around when you looked at those two guys over at the breakfast bar!"

Rachel threw her head back and unleashed an extremely unfriendly laugh, before leaning in close to Tanya's face as the final ebbs of her resistance crumbled in the face of the sleeping pills.

"Congratulations Tanya! You switched the sleeping pills back to your own side. Fuck, you just had the deciding hand in sealing you own damn fate, bitch!"

As Tanya's heavy eyes closed for the final time, several unspoken words tied on her lips. "Oh, s...."