I have obviously been captured.  I can think of nothing clever to do immediately, so I take a bath, a bubble bath.  I then dry myself and walk back into the bedroom.

I find a sort of sleazy little see through pegnoir laid out for me.  I first think to wrap myself in the towel, but then I realize that my captor(s) want me to wear the pegnoir.  Since wearing the pegnoir seems the path of least damage, I put on the pegnoir, which is just a see through robe, with no nightie or panties.  What the hell, I have already been ravished.  Why not display myself?

I follow the scent of breakfast and walk into a kitchen area, where sits my target man.

The man says, in his own language, “Sit and eat.”

I have been identified and trapped.  I must move very carefully here.  I sit in front of a breakfast, much like what I have been led to expect that the natives of this planet eat.  I find myself ravenous and I begin to eat.

My target man lectures me, “You are called Denala.  You were sent from Doraga, an advanced civilization on another planet, to kill me.  You failed your assignment, thanks to some help that I got from another advanced planetary civilization, called Eudora.  If you somehow manage to return to Doraga, your own people will kill you, or worse, because they will think that the Eudorans have set some sort of psychological trap in you.  In any case, the return portal to Doraga has been deactivated, by the Eudorans and you are trapped here, on what we call planet Earth.”

I ask the man, “Then, I was betrayed, by my own people?”

The man says, “Either that or the Eudorans can detect the portal that you used to get here.  I’m not sure which and the Eudorans won’t tell me.””

(I’m trapped!  My target man and the Eudorans have blocked my return and, even if I do manage to somehow return to Doraga, I will almost certainly be tortured to find out if I have had some sort of trap inserted in me.  There’s nothing that I can say that will be of any use to me, so I just look at my target man.)

My target man lectures me, “Denala, you have brought with you things of great value, from your Doraga civilization.”

(I must keep the conversation going, in order to learn what I can.)  I say, “I was given a pistol and a small amount of your local currency.  That’s all that I brought with me.”

My target man sighs and lectures me, “Denala, in the history of this planet Earth, women have used cosmetics for several thousand years.  They started with dyes, obtained from plants.  They then used aromatics, also obtained from plants.  They then, over time, used various chemicals and oils.  The civilization of Doraga is more advanced than this planet, so your Doraga cosmetics are also more advanced than what the local women use.”

Hoping to keep some sort of information flow going, to obtain what I need to know, I say, “You have taken from me my Doraga cosmetics, probably to have them analyzed.”

The man lectures me, “Yes, the best cosmetics people on this planet will analyze your cosmetics and duplicate them.  You will have your own line of cosmetics, actually two lines, Denala and Eudora.”

I muse, “Then, the Eudorans sent in at least one female agent, probably to aid in my capture, and you talked her out of her cosmetics.”

The man sighs and lectures me, “If the women of this planet have only Doraga cosmetics as the latest thing, the Eudorans would be at an economic disadvantage, when we reach non-primitive status here on planet Earth.  Since I now have Doraga cosmetics, the Eudorans were delighted to furnish me with the kind of Eudoran cosmetics that their female agents would use here.  It’s an economic reality.”

(The man can think.  Not many would have seen what he saw.  He likes to ravish a lady at night and then see her in the nude, in the morning.  That’s a weakness that I might be able to use against him.