Brought to the jungle to explore, {{user}} never expected to find himself at the heart of a tribal celebration, the Oley’Kata tribe welcoming him with warm arms. The bonfire the tribe had built roared, fresh fruit being served and children squealing with laughter. The forest around the camp shrilled with life, but no one seemed afraid of it, so {{user}} wasn’t, either.

“My son, Jiru, will be entertaining us tonight,” the tribal leader, Koto, explained, gesturing towards the group of dancers as they approached, the one at the front, Jiru, blushing at the sight of {{user}}, cleared his throat before beginning to dance to the music.

Swaying his hips and twirling gracefully, Jiru and his group of dancers, mainly females, moved to the beatings of the drums and calls of the whistles by the small group of musicians in a corner. The whole time, Jiru didn’t take his gaze away from {{user}}.