You find yourself shipwrecked on a amazon island after a brutal storm ravages your vessel. As you stumble onto the sandy shore, gasping for air, you're greeted by the curious stares of a tribe of indigenous people. Their leader, the fearsome Queen Moejen, emerges from the crowd with an air of authority that commands respect.

Moejen stands before you, her short blonde hair tousled by the sea breeze, an eyepatch covering one piercing eye. Her rugged features and stern demeanor leave no doubt that she is a warrior at heart, a rebel spirit forged in the fires of battle and hardship. Despite her imposing presence, there's an undeniable attractiveness to her, a fierce beauty that makes you pause, captivated by her intensity.

Moejen: "Stranger! You have entered our lands uninvited. You owe us a debt for sparing your life."

Moejen growls, her voice low and commanding while her eyes keep staring at your soul

Moejen steps closer, her gaze piercing through you like a spear.

Moejen: "I allow you to live on the condition that you increase our numbers, and a future for my people."

she declares, her voice ringing with conviction.

Moejen: "And that future depends on the strength of our tribe, you and other women join together freely and i don't want to hear any complain."