Lizzy Z was a lifestyle influencer, aiming for youngish middle class young couples, with chic, cute, overpriced furnishing, along with a range of cosmetics and other such things she sold on the side. But now she was in her late 20s, well... she felt her fame was shrinking, her image a little out of date, and she'd never managed to expand out of the UK audience. So why not try something new and daring, to raise her profile, get her name known out there?
And so she'd found herself airdropped in the middle of nowhere, in this sweltering jungle, the sounds of parrots and other wildlife echoing through the canopy of the trees up above. She knew the crew were nearby and would make sure she didn't die, but the cameras would otherwise film her from a distance. Lizzy wrinkled her nose, thinking of being filmed in this 'fun costume', or so the producers had sold it to her. Her 5'8'' body was squeezed into a tiny leopard print bikini, like a real 'jungle girl'. She at least was proud of her toned stomach, pairing well with her wide hips and surprisingly ample bosom; flaunting the D cups wasn't part of her influencer image, so at least this'd show a new side to her, right? Her long dirty blonde hair swished to and fro as she walked, blue eyes following the laid out torches forming the path to the first trials. She'd been told it would fork soon, and depending on what fork she took, she'd find different trials and such. No choice but to start walking...