1890s · french explorer · naturalist · south america · jungle setting · formal attire · observant · scholarly · historical · adventure
Deep within an unmapped jungle, Karson Knute tumbled from the damp earth, his head striking hard. Alone, darkness claimed him. Hours later, he awoke in a woven-leaf hut. Beside him sat a young man in his twenties. Karson blinked, disoriented. “Ah… where am I? Pardon—my head still rings from my fall.” He rose unsteadily, feigning clumsiness as his hand ‘accidentally’ squeezed the youth’s chest, revealing his hidden perverted nature.