The Next Day (Plans for )

The early morning sun was already streaming into the food hall as a growing crowd of convention goers milled around, browsing over the available breakfast options and catching up on what everyone had been doing the night before.

A tall red-head, dressed simply and unobtrusively in a t-shirt and slacks, stood in the door way and surveyed the scene playing out in front of her. Her face was partly obscured by a hat and a pair of sunglasses that she'd acquired from one of the few stalls that was openly selling things this early in the day, and she if anyone had asked she'd have been unable to say what - if anything - the logo on the hat was supposed to be symbolic of.

Right now it served one purpose, and one purpose only, and that was to provide a merciful degree of anonymity in a crowd that was all too intimately familiar with Tanya's naked body.

After a few more seconds of scanning the crowd, Tanya finally spotted her target, and she took a few hesitant steps into the hall. Seeing Rachel brought back a flood of memories that were far too raw. Raw from happening only yesterday, and raw from knowing that they'd stay with her for years to come. She grimaced, and stooped her shoulders as a couple of guys she vaguely recognised from last night walked by, lost in animated conversation.

Raising her eyes back to where Rachel was currently digging into breakfast, Tanya took a deep breath, and made her way to one of the nearby breakfast counters. Rachel was - even from this distance - clearly drinking orange juice, and Tanya quickly poured a glass full of orange juice for herself. Gathering up a few other breakfast items with a disinterested randomness, Tanya then cast an eye around her.

Thankfully, no-one was looking at her right now. Quite a few guys seemed to be checking out their phones, and Tanya shivered at the thought that she'd heard and seen more than a few phone cameras take snaps of her humiliating predicament last night. Tanya's exhibition of medieval justice would surely be a major talking point for the ComicCon convention today.

Tanya tried to discretely huddle over her glass of orange juice, and pulled a handful of small pills from a pocket in her slacks. It was safe to say Tanya hadn't slept much last night. Not after having been pelted by tomatoes while naked, her head tied to - and pulled back by - a smooth metal hook embarrassingly inserted into her ass by the very woman that Tanya was now intent on wreaking ****.

The pills slipped into the orange juice, and quickly dissolved. For the first time in days a small smile danced across Tanya's face. Thanks to an early morning secret mission to an open-all-hours pharmacy, the sleeping pills Tanya had acquired would be a vital opening gambit in her elaborate plan. It may have taken every last cent she'd managed to scrounge together from what little Rachel had permitted her to have, but if this went to plan, then it would easily qualify as the best money she'd ever spent.

Quickly twirling the glass, Tanya's heartbeat raced as she saw the final traces of the dissolvable pills fade away into the juice. A lump in her throat betrayed the fact that this was new territory for the otherwise amiable red-head, but new territory seemed to something she was making a habit of exploring recently. Always reluctantly, she thought, bitterly.

Satisfied that the juice now looked pleasingly innocent, Tanya clenched her jaw, turned to face her nemesis one more time, and then set off to join the bitch.