Well, if embarrassing

Clara squeaked slightly as she stepped out into the clearing, her guide behind her nudging her forwards. Flushed, she looked around the vast tribe of people.

Ok, that was more people than she'd ever wanted to know what her naked body looked like. Flustered, Clara stumbled again.

Her guide strode past her; Clara almost breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't looking at her ass any more, though it was quickly dwarfed by the other issue that so many more people would be able to see it soon.

It was even more daunting coming off of a day of solitude.

"Happy?" he said.

Didn't he know what mortified looked like?! Then again, looking at the women of the tribe, as naked as she was, apparently not.

"S-Sure," Clara squeaked.

He looked at her strangely, but that was all. And no one was coming at her with a knife, so she'd count that as a net win.

Blushing further, Clara awkwardly made her way to a woman sitting by herself near the rim of the camp. She didn't feel up to going after further in.

"Um, hi?" Clara said.

She quickly sat down, eager to hide her ass from the countless people behind her. She still desperately kept her arm crossed over her chest, and the other between her legs.

The woman glanced at her and said nothing.

"Uh, do you know where the river is?" Clara said. If she could find that, she could follow it up. It was definitely her best plan.

"Riv-er?" the woman said.

Great, no concept of a river. Clara hesitated.

"Um, water?" Clara said.

In desperation, cheeks now a furious red, she mimed the flow of water, baring her tits to the stranger and trying to make a splashing sound with her mouth.

The woman's face beamed; she nodded.

"Drink," she said.

Drink? Well, Clara supposed that made sense, drinking was probably all they used it for.

"Where does 'drink' come from?" Clara said slowly.

The woman took one hand and pointed straight up at the sky. Clara sighed.

And they knew what rain was. This was a waste of time.

Giving up, Clara hastily covered her chest again. Nervously she glanced back over her shoulder.

If they struggled with the concept of a river, she doubted she could expect them to have weaving down, let alone inventing clothes. Oh god, she really had to get back to her camp.