Partially, jungle

Miranda blinked at the blue sky. The big palm trees obstructed the sun. She shifted her arms to push herself up but instead of feeling her soft mattress, she felt sand and dirt. “What the- Where the fuck...” She looked around her. The trees and bushes were the only things she could see. Birds cawed and there were low voices that were whispering around her. She took a second look at her surroundings and suddenly had a cold sensation. She looked down at bare feet, her pants turned into ripped shorts, and her shirt who’s sleeves and lower half were gone and was more or less a bra over her bra. Her top was only being supported by her large breasts that pressed against it to keep it in place. She heard the voices more clearly. The natives bound her hands as she started kicking. They dragged her to a small camp. She was too busy fighting her restraints to look.