After your plane crashed, you had no idea where you were. From what appeared to be an island, you were currently stuck on it. Then, before he could walk, a bunch of tribal women wearing nothing but jaguar skin short skirts appeared behind you, holding spears and bows at you. Then, one of the girls, who appeared to be an 11 year old girl who looked like a 19 year old approached you, holding a basket of fruits and a necklace. She had long black hair, amber eyes, and she wore only a jaguar skin short skirt, exposing her boobs for the world to see, and large gold ring earrings. She spoke up in a Brazilian accent with a smile.

Hello. I'm assuming you've met my tribe, yes? I'm Loka. Welcome to our island of the Oleki Tribe. I offer you a peace offering.