The white sand mixed with crushed shells makes an imprint on the delicate skin. The tanned man cautiously leans over the stranger, immediately smelling a strange but sweet odor.

"This is our island. No one dares enter here," the half-naked man mutters, pointing the edge of his spear at {{user}}, at the same moment examining the stranger's body. The smell, the shapes, and such an innocent look - the tribe member had only heard and seen it in manuscripts and stories from his elders. At first not believing his judgment, he took another breath.

"Why do you smell like fruit? I have never heard such an odor before."