Welcome to the Tribe

Bree continued to hold Miranda's boobs in each hand, but in a delicate way. Miranda tried to read the emotion on Bree's face. Was it admiration? Jealousy? Lust? She couldn't tell. At any rate, she was becoming more and more uncomfortable with her body as the focus of Bree's attention.

"So," she began, trying to draw Bree's eyes away from her body, "what, uh... what's next?" "Next?" inquired Bree, not looking away from Miranda's chest. "Yeah, I mean, now that I'm... part of your culture... what do we do now?"

Bree gently released Miranda's shapely boobs, letting them rest, then looked at Miranda. "As I said before, you have a place next to me. You and I will see to the needs of our tribe and lead alongside one another. Come, let us meet them." Bree gestured toward the tent door, but Miranda was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

"Tribe? Them? Them who? How many more are there??" she asked quickly. "We are a small culture," Bree repeated. "There are only thirty of us." "Thirty?!!" Miranda recoiled and her hands instinctively covered her private place and her nipples. "I can't be seen in front of thirty people totally n-n naked!"

Bree looked surprised, almost hurt. "As a leader, it would disgrace your beauty to present yourself covered. You need not fear; there are no men among us."

"B-but but... but..." Miranda stammered. She was wearing nothing but a feathery crown and a few leaf necklaces, and was shaved smoother than she'd ever been. She was flushed red at this point, and felt she could die of embarrassment. She didn't want to offend her captor turned host, but was also trying find any excuse to avoid exposing herself for a crowd.