Bedroom

Lara silently groaned as she felt herself regain consciousness. Keeping her eyes closed, Lara carefully cycled through what to do after being tranqed, She discreetly wiggled all her body parts- check. She tried to remember her details. Check. She tried to remember where she was when she as tranqed. Check. And finally, who tranqed her. While she never saw the look of exactly _who _tranqed, she was fairly certain her tranq-er and those other incredibly women were of the of the same tribe.

Slowly, she attempted to feel the surface she was on, while looking like she was still out cold. It felt... soft. Impossibly soft, like her bed back at the estate. It felt slightly... furrier.

Slowly, Lara opened her eyes, blinking to readjust to the light. She stared intently at the ceiling. It appeared to be made of timber, neat arranged. Lara blinked, before stealthily moving her head to survey the room. It appeared to be made entirely of wood, with stone shelves and cabinets and the occasional painting on the walls. No one appeared to be inside. She peered closely at some inscriptions, and was shocked to find it looked almost identical to Ancient Greek! Maybe she could communicate with these people.

Lara sat up, taking her lucky break. She looked at her bed and saw it was made of a stone frame, with what looked like a leopard skin covering. Lara slipped a finger underneath the bedsheet to find out what made the bed so plush and found it was stuffed with feathers.

So was her blanket and pillow, each covered in the hide of a different animal.

Lara shrewdly surveyed the room, identifying potential escape routes. She saw a small window, and the door obviously, but knew they would have some locking mechanism on them. It appeared these women had taken all of Lara's clothing and gear, including her hidden ones that she covered with fake skin patches, and even the emergency lock picks she hid in her rectum as a last ditch measure.

Lara however, did not have time to formulate an escape plan when suddenly she heard the door bolt slide open, and in walked another girl. Her skin was the colour of rich chocolate, and her luscious hair was a shade darker. She gasped when she saw that Lara was awake. She hurried out, no doubt to call a superior.

Lara chewed her lip, as she waited for someone to come. She fiddled with her fingers, wondering what these people wanted with her, and why she was treated with such gentleness.

But it could all be a ruse. Once, when she was hunting for an artefact in Guatemala, she fell from a tree and was knocked ****. She awoke in a hut, and was treated with gentleness and care, fed whenever she wanted and every one of her whims catered to. This wasn't out of kindness however. This tribe would capture hikers and adventurers like her, act nice and stuff them with food for the sole reason of wanting to sacrifice only the best women to their goddess. Lara was painfully reminded of that time here.

Lara eyed the window. The natives appeared not to have figured out glass, and so it was open air. She probably wouldn't be able to fit through it, but hopefully she could break some timber and squirrel out. That was an option.

Or she could wait for someone to come talk to her. It was possible that they could communicate with a shared language, and Lara could possible come to an understanding with whoever visited her.