She has no other options

Set the Scene: Lux agrees to go with Atara and retrieve the lost item. | Complication: [1] Hostile forces oppose you | Altered Scene: [4] Normal

Lux grits her teeth and hurries after Atara. Hurrying turns out to be more awkward than expected, as her boobs seem determined to free themselves from the scant rags covering them, and she has to use her arms to try and keep the situation under control.

“Can you at least tell me where I can find some clothes?” she asks.

“No,” Atara says, “and keep your voice down from here. The last thing we need is to alert the outcasts.”

She keeps walking, and Lux sees no option other than to keep following. After a minute or two of winding their way through near-indistinguishable tunnels, they come to a doorway, which Atara cautiously peers around.

“Ah,” she murmurs, “here.”

Lux joins her at the corner. At the centre of the next room stands a strange apparatus of steel and brass, clicking and occasionally crackling as it performs some mysterious purpose. Two men in weathered travelling clothes stand nearby, conversing quietly.

Atara points towards metal cylinder, about the size of a wine bottle, attached to one side of the strange machine. “That power cell is – ah, there’s no point in explaining,” she says. “We need it. You’re going in to get it.”

“That will let you take the collar off?” Lux whispers.

Atara sighs. “I appreciate that it may be difficult for you to look further ahead than those preposterous mammaries of yours,” she says, “but, one step at a time. Right now, we need that power cell. Understood?”