Go towards the people.

Curiosity piqued, you make your way towards the splashing people. As you draw closer you're struck by breathtaking beauty. There are three men, each with darkish tanned skin and soft eyes the color of duckweed. Their hair is long and the light brown of baked mud, wet and clingy as it snakes down their bodies. And what bodies they are. Though only their torsos rise above the water, they all have the slim, muscular builds of swimmers. Strong lithe arms roped with muscles meant to shove through the water, defined chests tapering down into slim hips and... whatever else is up to your imagination.

They must spend a lot of time swimming here, though right now they seem more interested in splashing and wrestling with each other, bodies flecked with glistening droplets of that pure, clear water.

One of them is waving you over. You go closer, praying you won't get a boner in your currently too-revealing attire.

"Why ho! Who might you be? We don't get too many visitors around here." his voice is gentle and melodic, waltzing around the upper registers.

You're pretty sure "I walked through a portal on a challenge given to me by a demon" would make you sound like a nut, so you settle for "out of the country."

"Oooooh, an outlander?" the man draws closer, seeming absolutely giddy at your answer. The other two have similarly taken notice. "Oh, that's wonderful! Outlanders are even rarer." He draws back a few feet, opening his arms wide which only accentuates his taut chest, "Come! Come join us in the lake. You must be exhausted from your travels, and its waters are the coolest and most refreshing you'll find for miles. You can tell us amazing tales of your homeland while you recover," he coos.

The three radiate warm smiles. The jungle is pretty hot, and a refreshing dip would be nice.