Question her and answer her

“Where do you remember being before you fell ****?” You ask.

“Well I was walking home from a book shop, then there was a swirl then I was here” She responds

You tell her she better sit down, and she does so. Then, nervously, you tell her of the story you concocted. Then you start to be honest with the fact that she’ll never return to her village.

“So, let me get this right,” she finally says. “I’m stuck in a world where I’m not real, and that All those I Care about are gone?”

You nod, feeling guilty and embarrassed, never having had a sex toy confront you in this way before.

You expect her to leap up from her chair and slap you across the face, maybe break down in tears. Instead she just sits there and laughs. “This must be a Joke, isn’t it?”

You patiently tell Belle that she’s in denial.