Looking at Leon and the others, you know you don't know any of these people. Your hazy memory of what happened warns you to not trust anyone. You hold back in the doorway as the group walked into the dimly lit cargo hold. You cautiously walk toward Jung.
"Looks like a bunch of bike shorts." says Jung.
You reach down, as your eyes adjust to the light, and you notice most of the suits say "SPEEDO", "NIKE", and "ARENA".
"Jung, these are swimsuits" you say while scooping up a few in your hands to hold up to the light. "And they look brand new, never used"
Eric says "I don't care, give me one that's a size medium"
You look in the shorts for the tags, and don't find any. "Here's one that looks medium," as you toss it to Eric.
Eric replies "Thanks" and quickly slides on the dark color shorts. "These feel great" as he adjusts his pronounced bulge in the shorts.
Jung says "Hand me a light colored one". Jung quickly pulls on the shorts you hand him. "Yea, these do feel great, it feels like I'm holding my balls with my hand."
As the only naked one left, you sort through the rest of the pile in your arms and find a shiny suit that has long legs. This feels very slippery in your fingers, and you drop the rest of the pile and slide on the super smooth suit.
Leon says, "Great, now let's head back up. We should be to the mainland soon."