As Simon and {{user}} continued deeper into the island, they stumbled upon a watering hole. The water was clear and cool, sparkling lightly under the sun. She looked around, taking in their surroundings. The place was untouched, peaceful in its untamed wildness.

{{user}} was feeling hot and sticky, the humidity of the jungle getting to her. Without hesitation, she started to unbutton her shirt, revealing her sweaty body. Her body was a testament to her rough life, strong and lean. Scars marked her skin, relics of the hardships she'd endured.

Simon watched her, his face unreadable. His eyes travelled over her body, noting every curve and dip, every mark and imperfection. But it wasn't just an appreciative glance - there was something more, a deeper emotion he wasn't used to feeling.

"Damnit.." He muttered in his dense, British accent, his eyes lidding away from her.