Cedius pushes himself off the big boulder, and rubs his sore head. "You dare refuse our hospitality, mortal? You refuse our gift!?" "Oh, my god!" Rachel cries, looking down at herself. You look on in amazement as any changes you've experienced kick into reverse gear. Rachel's bust returns to what it should be - her normal, modest size. You too, are now as you were before. Your friend spits her next words at the crowd around you. "You all...enraptured me. Made me...do things. Have you no shame!?" "We are satyrs! We are free from human codes of conduct!" Cedius roars. "You say you don't change those that don't give themselves freely to you - but you do your best to make sure we can't say no!" you yell, before facing Skye. "Trying to remove my mark of religious belief was your mistake. Now, we would both like our clothes back, I believe!" Rachel nods. She's conscious of her nudity, as well as yours - but being as you're both frightened, you hold hands tightly as the satyrs form a circle around you. Cedius takes a couple of hoofsteps forward. "No human has refused us! Think of what we can offer you. Freedom from your miserable lives - unlimited pleasure with whoever you chosse...!" "And freedom from sense!! A number of humans did much the same thing as you lot, not very long ago! They ended up with HIV and AIDS!" Rachel shouts, surprising you with her spirit. She takes a deep breath, and levels her eyes with Cedius's. "And because of a previous boyfriend who didn't practice safe sex, he passed the HIV condition to me... Now, I could die before my normal life has run its course. Is that what you want? A human disease?" Everyone looks dumbfounded. You too are shocked - you didn't know Rachel was...infected. She quickly grabs your arm. "Let's get our clothes, Ben!" she whispers to you. You nod. In a daze, but thankful for the opportunity to escape, you push through the ring of satyrs, then you both swiftly don your scattered clothing. Rachel also retrieves her glasses. Just as you turn to leave, the satyrs bare you way again. Their shock is wearing off. "Not so fast - impetuous ones!" Cedius sneers. "If you refuse to be like us - then perhaps we should turn you two into animals! A pair o wild boars would appeal to the werewolves on this island..." He laughs cruelly. And at his signal, four satyrs step forward to apprehend yourself and Rachel...