Mac and OPEN
Mac actually didn't want to go to the damn festival. After her near mental break down in front of Savage the week before, and still having nightmares with little to no sex to distract her, Mac was a ball of tension with a hairline trigger, ready to snap at anyone for anything.
But, she was second in ranking. One of the faces most seen, most interacted with in the other tribes. It was her duty to be there. She also had to keep tabs on the amount of Enks coming in, notice any new faces.
So she sucked up her frustration with the whole thing, and showed up just as the musicians were warming up. Mac eyed the woman in blue wearing fairy wings, but she saw that Oma guy walk up to her first. Good for him. Mac went on to scope out who all was there. Maybe she could run into Tiger again? And maybe his friend, what was his name? Ipcress, yes. She hadn't been able to hold him to his word from all that long ago. Maybe she could refresh his memory of it tonight and finally get a good enough romp to exhaust her and keep her from dreaming that night?
Mac wore black skinny jeans and a red fitted tank top, her tattoos on her back peeking out, and her boobs looking amazing. Her make-up was simple: black mascara and red lips, but she still looked hot that night. She may not have wanted to come, but that didn't mean she wouldn't use it to her advantage and find someone to sleep with that night.