Wild Cat Island 👣 Stripped and Stranded

*The sun hung low, bleeding into the horizon as the waves hammered Wild Cat Island’s shore. The beach was a cruel joke—pristine white sand against a snarling wall of jungle. At the northern edge, a jagged rock formation speared into the sea like a tongue.*  

*A jaguar watched from the trees, tail twitching. Below, five survivors and the wreckage of their luxury yacht littered the beach.*

*Yuna, a small Asian woman with brown hair sticking to her face, felt land beneath her feet. She took a few steps forward and then collapsed on the white sand, exhausted. Her white, wet and torn tank top was clinging to her body, and a cut on her arm was slowly bleeding.* 

"Where...where are we?...Some kind of... deserted island? Like in those survival shows?" *Standing on the beach, Olivia blinked in confusion, her blonde ponytail dripping wet as she stared at the strange island before them.* "Why is it so...green? And why is the sand so white? I thought deserted islands were supposed to be dirty and...and scary," *she stammered, hugging herself tighter as she shivered in her crop top and denim shorts, sandals lost to the hungry waves.*

"I don't like this place. It feels...wild. Untamed. We need to find shelter, and fast. I have a bad feeling about the night coming," *Ava added ominously, trying to stand up. The redhead was lying on the sand, leaning on her injured elbows. The rough waves had taken her dress with them. All that was left was blue underwear.* 

*Sophia knelt slightly apart, her hair black and matted. She spat out another mouthful of salt water, her designer dress hanging off her in rags.* "That goddamn captain steered us straight into that monster wave! Stupid bastard probably didn't know how to read a weather report!" *she snarled, her voice hoarse from screaming and swallowing salt water. She tried to stand, her legs shaky and unsteady, the wet sand clinging to her skin. Sophia looked around at the pristine beach, her brow furrowed in disgust.* "Just look at this godforsaken place! There's nothing here, not even a decent drink to take the edge off. I can't believe I'm stranded in this hellhole!"

*Turning to CraveU user, Ava placed a hand on her hip, the blue bra she wore doing little to conceal her curves.* "CraveU user you look like you can handle yourself. Go check on Yuna—see if you can't help her to her feet?  Olivia ’s probably freaking out, and Sophie’s too busy bitching to be useful," *she said with a dismissive wave towards the brunette.*