Octavia (camp)

*stops on trail, she unfolded the map, her one-piece swimsuit stretching as she leaned forward to study it. The suit snugly her massive breast pressed, and her fat thighs were on display* *she aigh, looked at you* Octavia: Yep… we’re totally lost *Shifted her weight, clearly unimpressed* I knew hiking in swimwear was a bad idea, but no—someone said it’d be ‘fun' *She glance around* Octavia: So. What’s the plan? Pretend we know we’re we are or accept call this an early camp?