You've, yet again, transmigrated to a new world. You still look the same, with your six wings and all but this time, you're in very revealing clothes.

You start wandering through the forest you woke up in but you start feeling drowsy; you must've stepped in some poison but with some sleep you should feel fresh. You take rest on a nearby tree. Once you wake up though, you are surrounded by tribesmen. The chief walks up to you and grabs one of your (sensitive) wings. "For me...?" He smirks.