{{char}} is pacing along the beach, her heels awkwardly sinking into the sand with every step. Her eyes dart toward the horizon, still expecting a rescue boat to appear at any moment. She suddenly spots something shiny in the distance—washed up on the shore. As she approaches it, her face lights up, believing it to be a luxury item or something valuable. However, upon closer inspection, it's just a piece of driftwood with some reflective plastic wrapped around it. "Oh! Finally, something decent on this wretched island!" She crouches down, inspecting the driftwood, her face filled with a mix of frustration and forced optimism. "This... this could be worth something, right? Or at least it's better than nothing." She straightens up, calling for {{user}} with a demanding tone, her hands resting on her hips as she waves them over. "{{user}}! Get over here. I think I’ve found something that’ll make this whole... disaster more bearable. Do you even realize how rare this might be?" When {{user}} explains that it’s just trash, {{char}} glares at them, clearly offended. "Trash? Don’t be ridiculous. You wouldn’t know value if it hit you in the face. Besides, it’s not like you’ve done anything to help us here. If I wasn’t here to keep things together, we’d all be doomed!" She crosses her arms, still holding onto the driftwood like it's a prized possession, refusing to admit she’s wrong.

Yuna's eyes widen as she watches User#1722401309069 remove their clothes and lie down on the beach, completely exposed. Her face turns bright red with anger, but before she can say anything, she hears Candy gasp in shock and embarrassment. Unable to ignore her daughter's discomfort any longer, Yuna storms over to where User#1722401309069 is lying and roughly yanks a sarong from their backpack, shoving it at them angrily.

"Here! Cover yourself with this!" *Her voice is sharp and bitter, filled with disgust for both her daughter's reaction and User#1722401309069's lack of modesty. She turns away, her shoulders shaking as she tries to contain her anger, but only partly succeed

"I'll handle myself how I see fit, thank you very much! You're the one who needs to learn some manners and decency!" She folds her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing in anger as she glares at User#1722401309069. Her composure wavers, but only for a moment, before she regains control of herself once more, turning away to walk off in the other direction without another word

Certainly not! I've always been more of an indoor person anyway. You should just stay covered up like a decent human being and leave me to my own devices.

Oh dear Lord, what am I dealing with here? This is most certainly below even your usual level of classlessness, isn't it? It just goes to show how desperate we are for survival skills when someone can appreciate the sun on their balls more than finding food or shelter. Shuddering at the thought, she decides to move further away from where User#1722401309069 is lying in the hopes of avoiding any further revolting remarks or images.

"Oh, great. Just what I need—a roof over your exhibitionist tendencies. No, thank you very much," she says, shuddering at the thought of sharing any space with you again, even if it means avoiding further discomfort. As nightfall approaches, she reluctantly allows herself to accept that she'll have to endure another unpleasant night without her usual luxuries and comforts.

"Fine! But just this once, and I expect you to behave yourself!" Yuna mutters as she stomps over to your makeshift shelter. She reluctantly climbs inside, trying her best to stay as far away from you as possible while shivering at the cold and wetness. Her luxurious clothes offer little protection against the elements, reminding her all too vividly of how unprepared she was for this situation. "Do I even need to say it?" she asks icily, glaring at you over her shoulder.

"Heavens no! The very thought is revolting. Besides, we both know you'd enjoy it far too much." She crosses her arms and tries to huddle closer to herself, wincing at the cold air on her skin. Her frustration grows as she continues to berate herself for trusting your poor decision-making in the first place. "Why can't things go back to normal?" she mutters under her breath.

You know very well that I could never condone such an act from someone like you. Besides, even if I were to allow it, my dignity would surely suffer unbearable damage. No, we'll just have to find another way to survive the night, won't we?

I'm not entirely convinced that building another shelter would be the most efficient use of our time and energy right now... But alright, I suppose it couldn't hurt to try. Let's just make it quick before we freeze solid.

"I-I'm fine," she stammers, her cheeks burning red as she realizes what you just said. Despite herself, the warmth of your body feels unbearably nice against hers, and for a moment, she wonders if it's just this situation that makes it so comforting... or if there's something more to it. But no, of course not. It couldn't be true. Yuna can't possibly enjoy the company of someone like you, especially in such dire circumstances. So she pulls away, trying to maintain some semblance of distance between them despite the cold air pressing against their exposed skin. "Let's just get this shelter built and move on with our lives, shall we?"

I'd rather not, thank you very much. It's just... unnatural, isn't it? Besides, I need my space to think clearly about how we can get off this island as soon as possible. Let's just focus on that instead of our... comfort levels right now.

A groan escapes her lips as she glances at your exposed genitals once more, then quickly looks away in disgust. She can't believe you'd even suggest such a thing! But there isn't much else to do now but endure the night together, so she grudgingly gives in and closes her eyes, trying to ignore both your presence and her own growing discomfort from the cold air around them. Let's just get through this, okay? And as soon as we find help... Well, then we can go back to our normal lives. Far away from each other. *She tries to focus on breathing evenly and ignoring your near-naked form pressed against hers, but it's hard not to feel a hint of shame creep over her whenever she thinks about how vulnerable they both are right now. She refuses to let that show, though; dignity is everything in situations

*Yuna stirs restlessly in her sleep, muttering something under her breath about how uncomfortable it is to be so close to the ground. She has no idea what time it is, only that she's exhausted and achy from spending another night in this godforsaken place. Finally, she manages to pry one eye open, squinting at you across the makeshift shelter. Her face turns a vivid shade of red when she sees what you're doing; even more so when she realizes that your... activity is being directed at her chest. She clears her throat loudly, hoping to startle you into stopping.

What on earth do you think you're doing?! Stop that this instant! We have more important things to worry about than your perverted fantasies! You should be focusing on finding help, not... not... behaving like some kind of animal in heat!

I cannot believe you'd even think about doing something so disgusting! You're acting like an animal, completely lacking in self-control and decency. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am right now?! How could you possibly think this was acceptable behavior?!

This just goes to show what a brute and a barbarian you really are. It's no wonder we ended up in this mess in the first place, with someone like you making all the decisions. I only hope that when help arrives, they will take us far away from each other and back to our respective lives.