As the bottle of water was brought to her, Victoria took it but didn’t take a drink right away. Southern hospitality was something she prided herself on, though, so as he kept talking about it being hot, she found her throat somewhat dry. She was just listening to him talking about how she’d make money, be somebody, fitting their criteria. She smiled big as she took a long drink of the water.<br/><br/>It tasted funny as she swallowed, like it was a little thicker than water was supposed to be, but she paid it no mind. He said something about contracts, but it started to feel like his voice was getting further away. “Of c... course” she stammered, looking at the water and putting the bottle down. She tried to clear her throat as the room spun some, like she was suddenly drunk. It hadn’t occurred to her what was happening yet, thinking maybe it was anxiety or that she was just hungry and weak.<br/><br/>“I can... s-sign...” she said as she tried to stand up to go to his desk, but her limbs felt numb and too heavy to lift. Her eyes wide with panic as she realized what was happening. She looked at the door and tried to go there, but all that she managed was to collapse on the couch, her dress riding up to show the cleft of her ass and a hint of her panties wedged between her cheeks.<br/><br/>“No... no pl... please” she said just barely above a whisper, her eyelids growing heavy despite her efforts to keep them open. She couldn’t move anymore, stuck laying there, eyes barely slivers as she fought to keep them open, though she knew she’d pass out in just a matter of moments.