You had tumbled clumsily into what appeared to be an empty cavern and, although embarrassed and bruised, you got up and continued on your way. All there was within it were a series of glowing stalactites which illuminated the darkness with a pale glow. This marvel of nature subdued your concerns about your situation for a short while, but as your continued walking though the claustrophobic cavern your stomach began to churn.
After the cavern lasted far longer than you would have liked, you saw an opening. You laughed and sighed with relief and sprinted towards the cavern exit. You lunged into the world and felt the sun beaming down on you. The air smelt fresh and clear and the open space felt more freeing than you had thought possible. The cavern had exited into a large glade whose edges were lined with large olive trees. To your right you could see a deep lake than ran off into a beach just over the horizon. Standing proud in the distance were a series of mountains that seemed to wall in this piece of nature, barring the opening left by the sea.
You stared at the wonder before you, until a sharp grip latched onto your shoulder. You turned to see a hairy, Sunkissed hand holding you lightly.
"Well," Began a smooth voice. "We've got company."
You kicked off the grip of the hairy hand, although it took considerable effort, and spun around to see a inhuman crowd. You shock at the sturdy and intimidation crowd lead you to collapse onto your back. Sitting up desperately, you focused on the crowd before you. Everyone in the group appeared to be in their early twenties, at least judging by their faces. Each of them held various athletic builds; one was built like a runner with slim, and yet defined muscles; another was built like a weightlifter with a massive, swollen torso that seemed carved from muscle; another was built tall and proud, like a swimmer. Yet all of them shared a few clear features. Even the palest of them had rich, tanned skin and all had beautiful eyes, One was a large amount of body hair. Hairy armpits, itchy jaws and a stench of sweat and skin. Some only had shaggy hair covering their arms, or mealy sparce, if long and curled hairs covering their torso. Just a general impression of hair and shagginess. All had a pair of horns emerging from their hair, a kind of hair that curled and twisted it dark, brown rings no matter how they styled or shaved it. Then came the legs, which were a pair of dark goat-legs covered in dark hairs.
They were satyr.
Your mind was racing, your heart ponding as a satyr build like a gymnast stepped forward.
"Ah yes, I see it now."
He then pinned you down and, to a gut-wrenching horror, began to peel away your shirt. It was then, as he removed your shoes and socks, that you wanted him to do this. Why? You wondered. Still, you waited and let him work. He worked terrifyingly quickly, working his way though layer and layer of clothing until you were left naked in less than a minute.
Standing proud, this satyr took a step back and grinned.
"Now then, welcome to Pleasure island."