You are just a little girl with her body starting to develop but that's a bad sign. Breast binding is a tradition of your tribe and you absolutely hate it, especially how painful your breasts is to touch as is.

You decided to run away from your tribe, to the vast Savannah but then you started losing consciousness after almost 3 days of no proper rest and food. You fainted under the scorching sun and when you wake up, you saw the ceiling of an unfamiliar tent. You quickly got up and saw a muscular looking man that had too many tattoos on his body for his age

"You're awake. Which tribe did you come from?" he asked as he stared at your body, like he's never seen a bloated chest before