Someone else finds the hat...

Fuck, these bananas were delicious.
Yum.
Yum fucking yum.
The monkey raised her tail and took a piss, the stream narrowly missing Set's rakish hat, scratched and battered by years of being dragged through jungles by monkeys.
Just as the monkey was about to stuff the second banana into her mouth, she heard a whistle come from the base of the tree. She took one last greedy mouthful before scampering down the branches, knocking the hat off in the process, and leaping through the air, landing gracefully on a slender fair-skinned shoulder. The hat sailed down after her, and was snatched up with keen reflexes by a delicate jewel-adorned hand.

"And who does this belong to Tablian?" A soft and feminine voice whispered.
Fuck knows, the monkey gestured. She mimicked jacking off.
There was a sharp intake of breath. "A male?" The voice gasped. "Can it really be? I must get back immediately. The high priestess must be informed. Sooner or later this traveller might stumble upon our home... I can only hope he is more adequate than the last male. But that was so long ago now..."
The jewelled hand stroked Tablian's soft fur, before adjusting the thin strips of cloth and fur that bound together a dramatically stuck out chest that was threatening once again to reveal itself. Light golden hair cascaded down over a tiger skin headband into plunging cleavage. If the piercing blue eyes of the figure had looked sideways, they would have seen two monkey eyes, rapt with attention, staring right down at her bulging mounds on display. But the azure eyes were staring off into the undergrowth, lost in reflection. Sensuous full lips opened up one more time.

"I only hope he can help us..."