You are unable to say anything. As you lie on the ground, delirious with the effect Minerva and Skye have just had on you, Minerva reaches out for a nearby flask and pours wine through your lips. You're forced to gulp it down. Then Skye starts to remove the last item which you are still wearing - your St. Christopher necklace. The tug on your neck as the piece of jewellery is lifted over your chin makes you snap to your senses.
"No!"
You seize Skye's lightly-furred wrist, startling her. The two satyresses freeze.
Pushing Skye away, you ignore her yell of protest as she lands on her rump. Instead, you scramble to your still-human feet, and your darting eyes find Rachel - who is currently being manhandled by Cedius and another male satyr. They, too, have forced wine down her.
"Get off her, now!"
Cedius removes his face from Rachel's bare neck - which he had been nuzzling - and regards you with disbelief.
The look of rapture disappears from Rachel's half-closed eyes, and she suddenly seems to realise what's happening. However, she's unable to break free of the grips of the two satyrs.
"I said get off her - you filthy beasts!" you cry, sprinting across the glen.
Seconds later, you slam into the party. Rachel twists herself free in the moment you send Cedius flying into a nearby boulder.
The other satyr tries to rugby-tackle Rachel to the ground. She reacts quickly, and lands her foot where it counts the most. He spins to the ground, yelling.
You didn't realise male satyrs could sing soprano, you consider. And proberly, neither did they...
The other satyrs are now silent, motionless, agog. All are watching you and Rachel.