Drop the clothes

Miranda held the shirt and shorts over the glowing fire. They lived here this long, they must have something worthwhile. The sparks tickled her boobs. She let the clothes fall from her hands and watched them burn. The more she watched, the more naked she felt. The women presented her two necklaces of leaves, similar to those the leader wore. One of them had their arms clung to her chest, they both stared Miranda’s rack. She didn't know whether to cover herself, turn away, or to stay on clear view. She turned to the chief. Her tan body matched the rest of them.

The woman spoke her first to her,“Welcome to our culture. You can call me Bree.” She smiled, brightly. Miranda looked at her, amazed at her structure.

“Hello,” She replied.

“Your beautiful body has caught our attention. We have offered you a place next to me and you have just accepted.” Bree said. Miranda was both happy and frustrated. She just burned her clothes for THIS, but at least they think well of her nudity.

“So tell me, why do we burn clothes and continue n... well naked?” Miranda asked

“Is it not ok to express one’s hidden beauty? Clothing is restraint. This... this is harmony.”

“Some people hide their beauty for themselves.”

“We are a small culture.” The other two left into the trees. Miranda and Bree stayed as her clothes engulfed in flames.