She breaks her oath.

Again, Eleanor realizes that if she doesn’t come clean, she risks angering Matt. He clearly put some sort of trust in Megan. Maybe he was seeing something in her that Eleanor couldn’t see. Maybe. To her, Megan was a violent woman who had not only assaulted her but had touched her bottom which was private.

“Okay. Let’s start at the beginning. I’m going to have to word this as gently as I can because no offense but your technology is probably four or five hundred years behind ours and that is being kind,” Eleanor says.

“Ouch,” Matt says, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry but it’s true. My name is Eleanor Bigsby and I am a junior member of the South Thrutore Recon Investigation Patrol. Our job is to explore different dimensions, observe the people, check out their technology and see if they have anything worth bartering for. In exchange for a valuable resource, we’ll teach you skills and technology that you may be lacking,” Eleanor says.

“So is Thrutore your what? Planet? Dimension? Realm?” Megan asks.

“Dimension,” Eleanor says with a nod. “Believe it or not, your dimension, Earth, is connected to about three thousand different dimensions. And no, Thrutore is the capital of Luaril, which is the name of the dimension I am from.”

“Okay, well, why are you bare ass naked?” Megan asks.

“This…” Eleanor says holding up her Holostyle Watch. “is the only thing I brought with me. It works as a weapon, a tool, and covering for my body. The best I can figure out thanks to you and Matt is that entering this dimension drained it of all of its power. This leads me to a very big problem.”

“What’s that?” Matt asks.

“Once the Holostyle Watch is completely drained, it must be fully charged before it will turn on. Trust me, this device will do much more than vibrate when it comes to live. When that happens, I will be able to show you what I am truly capable of. That includes but is not limited to returning your sight to you,” Eleanor says.

“Wait… what?” Megan asks, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head. “You can give Matt his sight back?”

“Believe me, that is a small feat. Unfortunately, it takes an incredibly large amount of energy to fully charge it. That means I am stuck here, exposed, until I can charge it. We now know that my body cannot handle your crude method of covering so I’m stuck with using my hands for covering,” Eleanor says.

At this point, Megan leans in and whispers something in Matt’s ear. Matt nods his head slightly as he listens to her. When she is finished, Matt nods his head more firmly.

“I agree,” Matt says.

“Stop using your hands to cover your body,” Megan says.

“What? Why would I do that?” Eleanor asks.

“Think about it. If humiliation is a trigger for making it work, then you need to feel humiliated as much as possible. Exposing your body to Megan is a start. I still don’t understand why humiliation is a factor,” Matt says.

“I think I know why,” Eleanor says.

“Eleanor. Hands. Now,” Megan instructs.

With an exasperated groan, Eleanor drops her hands, exposing her breasts and bald sex to Megan’s view. Her Holostyle Watch immediately vibrates in her hands.

“You were saying?” Matt asks.

“To be a member of Recon, you need to commit to the program one hundred percent. Your DNA is infused with your Holostyle Watch which makes it personalized for your needs. While our dimensions do have some similarities, one of the stark differences is your atmosphere. The energy that flows so freely in Luaril is absent here. This energy envelops our bodies and connects with them. Since I’ve arrived here, I’ve felt only four feelings and only one of them has had an effect on my body. That was when she slapped my bottom,” Eleanor explains.

“You only felt four feelings? I don’t understand,” Matt says.

“I don’t think I could explain it to you. The only thing I can say is that the energy in Luaril allows us to explore all our bodies in the highest capacity. I guess if I were to explain it in terms you might understand… do you have history books that write about the use of primitive power supplies known as batteries?” Eleanor asks.

“Uh…” Megan says, looking over at Matt.

“Oh no! Tell me you still don’t use batteries! Please tell me you’ve at least moved on to other means of power supply,” Eleanor practically begs.

“Sorry. We still use batteries,” Matt says with a slight shrug.

“I’m never going home. I’m going to be stuck here. I’m going to be here forever,” Eleanor resigns herself.

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” Matt consoles her. “What were you saying about batteries?”

“Oh… right,” Eleanor says miserably. “Think of your body experiences as a battery that is charged half way at best. In Luaril, the energy would allow you to enjoy a full charge for the first time. You would experience things that you couldn’t even dream of.”

“Eleanor, I know things seem hopeless right now but one thing you have to know about the Earth. We always find a way. Sure, we might not be past the battery yet but we are always making strides in technology. I’m sure there is a way to get you home. For now though, we have to worry about keeping you out of jail. Walking around naked is against the law,” Megan says.

“I have two ideas about that. You still have a friend that is a nudist right? Lives full time at that resort?” Matt asks Megan.

“Stella? Yeah. Good idea. I’m sure she’d be willing to take Eleanor in as a roommate,” Megan says. “What is your other idea?”

“She can live with us at the manor. She’ll have to go and see your mother straight away. If your mother is willing to sign off an official medical document that says Eleanor has an **** allergic reaction to any type of clothing, the law can’t really be upheld can it?” Matt asks.

“Good point. Of the two, I think she should stay with us. There won’t be much humiliation if she is at a nudist resort with other naked people. She needs to be seen by clothed people. However, I think Eleanor should have the final say. Which sounds good to you, Eleanor?” Megan asks.