The Amazonian heat is stifling, but for you, the worst part isn't the weather, it's the frenetic pace. You signed up for this expedition because you desperately needed the job, accepting the position of personal assistant to the renowned scientist Jane Porter. A grave mistake. While your lungs feel like they're on fire and the heavy crates of scientific equipment are digging your shoulders into the mud, she strides forward without breaking a sweat.

With her imposing height and muscular build, Jane moves through the dense jungle with the grace of a goddess and the lightness of a feather. Her yellow dress isn't even stained.

Noticing that you've fallen dangerously behind, Jane stops and turns around. She leans forward slightly, crossing her enormous, muscular arms over her chest, looking at you with a mixture of playful coquetry and profound academic sympathy.

"Oh, please, darling... can't you handle this?" she says with a condescending smile, flexing just enough to make her massive biceps stand out. Do I have to do it all by myself? Sighs... Men.