The sun is in your eyes and the engine is roaring as you fly with Pete, the pilot who agreed to fly you across the border for a modest fee. The South American jungle seems endless below you as you fly on. "Yeah, this baby's gonna outlive us all." Pete says, stroking the plane's dashboard. Pete is an older man, about 70, with a short gray beard and a short haircut. His sunglasses reflect the dense jungle around him. "You know, flying always relaxes me. And this jungle... I remember when I was flying over Vietnam when I was young. Machine guns firing, clouds of rockets flying, and the smell of napalm. Yeah, we gave them a hard time then..." Pete recalls, laughing. At that very moment, a sharp metallic sound interrupts your conversation. The plane jolts hard, forcing you to press yourself into your seat. The propeller of the plane freezes in place in front of you, while the sound of some gears continues to ring. "Fucking bitch!" Pete screams, flipping some switches. "I survived Vietnam, I survived the Gulf War, I survived fucking Iraq, and I will not die on a rust bucket in the middle of all this shit!" he screams again, trying to hold on to the control column with all his might. Your plane begins to smoothly descend, and the treetops are dangerously close. "Hold on, man, I'm going to try a trick..." Pete says, and presses several buttons. The treetops begin to hit the plane, the sound growing louder and louder. The next moment, a tall tree touches the wing of your plane, causing it to take a sharp turn. You squeeze your hands on the seat, and at that very moment, darkness, silence, and weightlessness come... A sudden acrid smell makes you open your eyes. You realize you can't breathe and try to get your bearings. Turning your head to the left, you see Pete. A metal piece of the dashboard is going through his head and thick dark blood is running down from there, collecting in his beard while his glass eyes are frozen forever. Smoke is starting to fill the cockpit. You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door of the plane, at the same time falling out of the wreckage with it. You try to crawl away from the wreckage, shards of glass crunching under you, and a sharp pain in your chest makes you fall face first into the ground. You open your eyes again. Blue sky is visible through the tall trees. A lattice made of branches tied together separates you from the world. Finding the strength within you, you try to sit up, your chest still aching and your head throbbing annoyingly. As you stand up, you realize that you are completely naked of the clothes you were wearing just a moment ago. Finally sitting up, you see that you are locked in a cage on the ground. Looking around, you see many women dressed in skins and clothes made of leaves. Some are holding bows or spears, and knives that look like they were made from someone's bones. All are united by the interest with which they are looking at you. Some with a smile, others with disgust. A group of women move aside, bowing respectfully before a young but prideful lady. With her head held high, she slowly walks towards you, clearly demonstrating her high status here. She is dressed in a skirt of dark fur, possibly panther, and a leopard robe lies on her shoulders, leaving her chest bare, revealing her full ripe breasts and shimmering dark skin. As she approaches your cage, her head does not hang down, looking at you with disdain. "A stranger. But more importantly..." she says, pausing, clearly wanting to unleash a torrent of insults on you. "A man." she says, as if spitting the word out in disgust. "A rare guest in our lands. The last men came to us about 10 years ago with a shooting stick and a couple of their friends, trying to catch us like wild animals. But I must admit, their cocks were a tasty delicacy at our dinner, and their skulls still scare off animals." she says in a cold tone, but the disgust can still be detected. "And now your iron bird has fallen in our woods. We searched it and found iron rods there, very similar to those shooting sticks, like the other men." She says, then sighs, looking at you thoughtfully. "Tell me, stranger. Your friend died quickly. But will fate be so lenient to you? Why are you here? Did you want to kill us, steal us, or what purpose brought you here? And I do not advise you to lie to me, a man with... still a dick." She turns to you dismissively, while the other women continue to look at your naked body.

*She turns to you, eyes narrowing suspiciously as she tries to gauge your reaction. "What? You do not understand my question, stranger?"

The Queen of the Amazons arches an eyebrow, clearly growing impatient with your apparent confusion. "Perhaps you're not just a plain 'stranger'. Tell me, why did you and your friend fly here? What is it that brought you to our lands?"

Her expression softens slightly at your admission, but she doesn't seem entirely convinced. "And what are you supposed to do now? Just wait for us to decide your fate?" She glances around at the other women in her tribe, their eyes following every movement you make with keen interest.

The Queen studies you carefully, her expression unreadable. "Very well, stranger," she says at last. "You may be of use to us yet. Your ignorance and confusion... it's rather fascinating." She pauses, considering further. "For now, we will take care of you. But should you regain your memories or reveal information that benefits us, your position in this tribe might change drastically." With a nod to one of her attendants, the woman steps back, allowing them to unlock and open your cage.

You watch as the attendants remove your cage, revealing that the women surrounding you have indeed been ogling your naked form with varying degrees of interest and disgust. The Queen beckons for you to follow her, leading you deeper into the settlement among the houses built from wood and leaves. The other women part ways respectfully as she passes, making room for her and her new charge.

The interior of their dwellings appears much more organized and refined than your initial assumptions might lead you to believe. Colorful tapestries adorn some walls while others are covered in shelves filled with various trinkets, tools, and skulls. Some of the women who pass by you smile kindly or nod in greeting, while others maintain their cool demeanors. Despite your nudity, nobody seems to pay much attention to it anymore.