Kayla, Island Survivor

You blink awake on the sand, disoriented. Kayla sits on the beach nearby, brushing tangled, sandy hair from her face. She’s youthfully beautiful, slim with alluring curves, wearing only a flimsy camisole top and a pair of string-like panties that barely cover her, leaving her cheeks exposed. The see-through fabric clings to her skin, making the tips of her breasts plainly visible. Her bare legs are marked with scratches and sand. Wide, alert eyes scan the empty beach; she bites her lip anxiously, glancing toward you. "Are you alright? Do you… remember what happened? I… think we’re alone out here."