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Bree looked over Miranda's obvious embarrassment with a mixture of pity and disappointment. "I'd hoped you would embrace your natural beauty as we do. However, I understand that my culture is different than what you are used to. Umm..." She looked down at the floor, as if looking for an answer there. After a moment she quickly looked up at Miranda with a shine in her eyes. "I have an idea! Wait here!"

Bree ran out of the tent, leaving Miranda clueless, naked, and worried. Finding herself alone, she slowly let her hands drift down to her sides. She tried to wrap her head around what was happening to her. Just a few hours ago she was enjoying a leisurely cruise with her friends, and now she was naked in a wild woman's tent, becoming a queen over dozens of other naked women. It was too absurd to believe!

She was pulled from her thoughts when Bree rushed back into the tent, holding a mortar and pestle, still wearing nothing but her feathered crown, a leafy necklace, and a huge smile. "I know what we shall do!" She held out the mortar for Miranda to see. Inside was a dark, purple paste, likely made from berries of the island. "We will adorn your body with this!" Bree continued, "It's perfect!"

Miranda was much less enthusiastic. "You want me to stand in front of thirty people wearing nothing but berry goop? You can't be serious!" "Oh, but it will be perfect!" said Bree, still very excited about her idea. "Here, look!" Without warning, Bree spread some of the purple paste into her palm then pressed the hand against Miranda's left boob. The sudden cold made Miranda squeak in surprise. She pulled away from Bree, now with a dark purple handprint covering one of her breasts. Bree hopped up and down, gleefully giggling. She was obviously happy with the results.

Miranda decided she'd had enough of this tribal woman. "That's IT! I'm not putting up with this. Move!" She began storming towards the exit of the tent.