A new job

The woman lunged for Clara; she yelped, then felt a hand wrap around her wrist, both pulling it away from her chest and pulling her out of the tent. She squeaked; and the man responded by grabbing her other wrist, distrustfully eyeing the woman.

And in doing so, the two held Clara's arms out to her sides, making her whimper less from the **** they exerted, and more from the fact she had no way to cover herself.

Oh god, all the women in the tent were getting a clear view of her pussy. Clara flushed deeper, squealing.

"What she do?" the man said.

"I don't know," Clara said, squeaking. She glanced at the woman; "What are you doing?!"

"You outside," the woman said. "Stop fight."

Initially, Clara squirmed; she was not going outside like this, not when-

Then she had to relent. The woman was right; if she could stop the fight, that would be a lot of lives saved. And, ok, it might change history, but screw that, she wasn't going to stand by and watch people die.

Even if- oh god.

"She wants me to talk to both sides," Clara said. "Stop the fighting."

The man paused, then seemed to understand; she let go of her wrist after far too long. Red-faced, Clara opted to cover her tits, hoping she could keep her hips close enough together to keep her pussy out of sight.

Not that it seemed to matter. Dawn had just broken outside, so there was still plenty of sunlight to see and be seen by. She whimpered; the woman didn't let go of her arm.

"Speak!" she urged.

Oh god. Apparently not satisfied with having her expose herself to one tribe of people, she was meant to do it to two. But it wasn't like she could not.

Clara squealed, flushed, then steeled herself.

"Stop!" She shouted. Then, figuring it was do or die; "Look, all of you can understand me, both sides. None of you are animals, you can all speak, just... differently. Uh- Proof, um, take one step backwards, all of you. There! You see, you all understood. Now you don't have to fight it out, you can... um, yeah."

She dropped her voice back down, blushing a furious red as countless eyes beheld her, expressions ranging from baffled to mistrustful to awed.

Quickly, she tugged her arm back from the woman, whose grip had lessened upon seeing the battle begin to die down. That had to be a rare sight.

And then cheers went up. Cheers for peace rather than war, that had to be a plus; Clara exhaled.

Ok, battle over, people saved, now she could just hide out in the tent-

"Ahh!"

The woman was suddenly hefting her up. No doubt it was meant to be some celebratory gesture, only it meant that in seconds she was over the woman's shoulders, the back of the woman's head rubbing in a very private place that would have made Clara go red, if she wasn't already crimson from the fact her tits were now well above everyone else, even easier to view.

She squealed, not entirely sure she'd be able to stop this parade if she tried; the woman marched forward with the nude Clara on her shoulders, Clara futilely trying to cover her chest before giving up, accepting that she needed both hands to cling onto the woman beneath her for dear life.

Oh god, everyone was staring, two tribes worth were-

"You, speaker!" one of 'her' tribe said, looking up. She squeaked a response. "Where them leader?"

Oh god. Right, of course it wasn't over. She could translate for them, help them negotiate all the problems that would have led to skirmishes before.

Still naked, of course. Oh god, what had she talked herself into?

"Hey, um, you guys! Where's your leader? They want to talk," Clara shouted, then flushed. She looked down, lowering her voice. "Can-can you put me down?"

Clara whimpered as she was finally dropped back on the dirt, left to cover her tits as though everyone hadn't seen them, and try to at least keep her pussy hidden. Her cheeks burned.

A man came out of the 'Them' tribe, his gaze uncertain. Their leader, perhaps.

She should have felt proud, surely? Two tribes negotiating peace. She'd just need to spend most likely hours stark naked conversing with anyone of importance.

Oh god.