Hands clasped together, you give a tug and Rachel follows you as the two of you dash toward that path which led to this place of debauchery.
The satyrs stand in awe of your sudden determination to remain human and moral.
Cedius calls out to you and Rachel, warning or maybe threatening of what could still happen from having swallowed the satyr wine.
Fear of the immorality shown in the glade is enough to drive the two of you out from this portion of Hell. Even being naked and running up the path that ultimately leads to the boardwalk, what lurks behind you seems far worse than the humiliation which lies ahead.
Reaching the top of a hill, this where you both were first to witness and see those below being satyrs and delving in all manner of sensual play, your faithful love for Rachel has you turning to gaze into her face.
"Please dearest one, come we must escape this place or lose our very soul to a life of debauchery and worse!" I exclaimed, while panting out the words, out of breath and like Rachel too, feeling glad and yet with some remorse, we again turn toward heading back up the path that leads us to humanity.