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Chapter 8 by Rowenar Rowenar

What's next?

Dinner

Clara kept to the edges of the clearing, keeping out of the way as she tried to figure out where the hell she was meant to go. She didn't want to just run off and get even more lost.

But these people had to drink, right? Even if they didn't know a word for river, they had to use it. She just had to hang around long enough that they went to it.

Thankfully they seemed to view her frantic attempts to cover herself as an amusing quirk than a challenge, though she did wish they'd take the hint and not shamelessly eye her whenever she tried to talk, men and women alike.

"Clar-ah?"

She squealed as someone approached behind her, nervously turning. It was a woman she didn't know, though one who'd apparently heard her name.

"Uh, yes?" Clara said.

"Come. Food," the woman said.

Hopefully that didn't mean they were cannibals. Clara nodded, uncertainly; then when the gesture baffled the cavewoman, "Where?"

Ok, she was kind of hungry. Clara's gaze followed the woman's gesture to a large space cleared in the middle of the tribe; at the far end, what was presumably a hunting party was arriving, smoke billowing from the forest behind them.

So at least they'd discovered fire; Clara had almost given up on the prospect of a hot meal. Then again she probably shouldn't expect much in the way of herbs of spices from these people.

Clara shuffled to where the food was being handed out, trying to cover her chest as she stumbled. God, she couldn't wait to get back into her dress. She'd never take it off again.

She quickly sat as soon as she could, keeping her knees pressed together, one on top of the other to both hide her pussy and make it easier to eat. No one else seemed to bother with that kind of modesty.

If anything, her embarrassment just drew more attention. Clara's cheeks coloured further.

The returning party of cavemen handed out the spoils to everyone, a mix of hot meat and fruit. Clara hesitated as it came to her but, hungry, and reached out with both hands to take the offered mean, squeaking slightly as she exposed her tits.

Seriously, was everyone staring at the new girl?!

It was plain, but it was... nice. If nothing else, she had something warm in her. Still, Clara ate as quickly as possible to free up her arms to cover herself.

Damn it, were they laughing at her? She flushed.

Unsure of the etiquette, and not wanting to offend her hosts, Clara sat where she was nervously. At least she was vaguely covered, unlike when she'd been marched into the clearing.

She whimpered, waiting for some sign that it was ok to move.

When they did move though, it was all as one. Clara glanced around as the tribe all seemed to stand, moving in the same direction.

Flushing, she followed suite. She could hardly go against them all. Her arms clutched desperately at her body, clinging onto the little modesty she had left, even with her ass exposed to all the tribe behind her.

"Wh-what's happening?" she said to the nearest. The woman looked back at her, her gaze making Clara go even redder.

"Drink," the woman said.

Water? The river?! Clara's eyes widened.

At least that made sense. These people didn't seem to have invented much in the way of cups, so of course they'd go to drink after a meal. And if they had the river, she could follow it back. Clara breathed a sigh of relief.

Then faltered.

Yes, she could get her dress, but she wasn't sure she'd be welcomed in the tribe if she ran away or came back looking alien. Humiliating as it was, nudity was normal to them.

And as much as she'd love to leave behind the weird nudists, there was the fact she was stuck here. If she had to settle in for the long haul, a tribe of some fighters and hunters who supplied food every day were not the worst things she could get.

But was it worth not only being naked, but being exposed to countless people like this?

She glanced back, squeaking as she saw them staring at her ass. They weren't shy about it either!

But the meal, the security, was... good. Even if the ogling was humiliating.

Oh god; her cheeks burned as she found she was seriously considering it.

Does Clara choose the path of modesty, or the path of food?

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