A woman staggers from between two of the enormous trees and collapses to her hands and knees in the path. The canopy overhead has grown thicker, blocking out much of the daylight, but you can see her white dress is torn in several places.
"Oh shit," you mutter. Alarmed and concerned, your feet begin jogging you towards you before you can even think. Your voice catches for a minute, then you start to call out.
"H-Hey! Are you -"
You break off as she struggles up onto one knee and faces you. Your eyes widen as she does so. Her dress, missing a shoulder, slides down, exposing her cleavage and much of her left boob. Her bust may be modest, but with so much of it on display it's hard not to feel flustered and aroused. But your concern also increases, as you can now see shallow but ugly red scratches through the tears in her clothing.
You come to a stop as she lifts her head and your eyes meet. She has a wild, crazed look. Desperate. You're not quite sure if she's scared, angry, or... what. She reaches across her chest, trying to pull her dress up, panting harshly and seeming barely to hold her posture. Her eyes dart back to the shadows under the trees before her fevered gaze returns to you.
"Are you okay?" You manage to say. A bit lamely as, obviously, she isn't; but you're not sure what else to say. You take another tentative step forward, but stop again as she...