Try and craft something to wear

{if Tree > 0} Ok, so your last attempt was disastrous, but this time, this time will go better. You will double and triple check for any insects in your crafting materials. You move close to the shore to wash all of your tools before beginning to work.{endif}

You get to it, ripping leaves and sticks out of plants. With the materials in hand, you wash them and sit at the shore. Cool water on your feet, soft sand under your legs, and the shade of a palm tree protecting you from the worst the sun has to offer. It almost seems like an idyllic break, if not for the ever-growing frustration gnawing your very soul.

The sticks snap, the leaves break, and the flowers refuse to stay on! Try as you might, you can´t find a way to make your impromptu skirt hold itself together!

Still, you are nothing if not determined. With nothing more than spit and a prayer, you manage to make a large flower stick in front of your vagina. Furthermore, you manage to twist a branch and tie it into a hoop that you put around your chest.

The branch is itchy, rough and it´s pressing on your breasts like a thorny flatiron. In short, you are very, very uncomfortable. You look ridiculous, you feel ridiculous, but you are technically decent, and that´s what matters!

You stand up, proud of your work. You take one step forward and feel the flower brush against your leg as it falls down your crotch. You try to bend over, but in so doing, the branch snaps, and your breasts are mercifully free from your makeshift bra from hell.

You stand there in disbelief, the remnants of your hard work scattered in the sand... Screw it! You stomp all over the scraps of your outfit and kick them into the lake in your tantrum. It´s a bit of a painful activity, but very cathartic. Time to move on!