"Don't look at me, Rach!" Marina sobs. "I'm a freak!"
"No, you're not!! I keep telling you, if you would only have sex with me, you will be made perfect - and you'ld be convinced of your beauty," another voice protests. "Then you would only be too happy to share your gift with everyone here."
You slowly turn round to face the speaker, who had been positioned close to the lounge door when you walked in. "Dick," you announce flatly.
He's tied to another chair, with plenty of string. He's still a randy satyr, and he smiles at you and Rachel. Especially at Rachel.
You march up to him, but refrain from landing your clenched fist into his exposed stomach. "Did you do THIS to Marina?" you bellow.
"Not me, but I was one of the party who kidnapped Marina and Krista from that secluded beach they were sunbathing on. Hey, you guys wouldn't come to the forest - so we had to collect you!"
"Krista..." Rachel mutters. "Where is she?"
"Still missing," Harry pipes in. "I apologise for not listening to you, by the way, Ben. None of us knew what you were talking about this morning, when you spoke about Dick. Then, some time after you two kids left us, HE showed himself to me, near to the hotel - carrying Marina, as you see her now. And - pop - I suddenly remember I have a cousin again!"
Felicia kicks Dick in the shin. "Tell Ben and Rachel what you and your perverted satyr brothers did after the kidnap, amigo!"
"Oww! Okay! Master Cedius wanted to test his newly-improved wine on human subjects, after you two slipped through the net," Dick announces to you and Rachel. "Cedius and I...pleasured...Marina, after she drank the wine - with the permanent result that you now see." His happy expression then becomes downcast. "However, we were distracted when a pair of weretigers bounded into the glen, and killed one of those who would've initiated Krista. There was pandemonium. And fighting. I panicked. And...a part of me felt she would be safe here... I don't know what's become of Krista."
A quick glance at the hotel receipt reveals that 'Keep' is still there...
"So..." Harry looks at Rachel and yourself, still getting to grips with the situation. "We couldn't agree on what to do. We now know that everything you two warned us of is true."
"It's clear what needs to be done," Dick declares. "You release me. I convert Marina fully. Then the two of us will transform you all, in turn. When we're all satyrs, we'll report to Cedius and replace any of our brethren who've tragically died..."
"Shut up, Dick!!" everyone (yes, everyone!) yells at him.
"I want to complain to the management." Marina straightens herself up. "Now."
There is a sudden flash, which takes everybody aback. There, in the corner of the room, is an oriental-looking man of middle age, dressed in a smart brown suit. He bows to you, and steps forward.
"How can I help you?" he asks, in crisp, perfect English.
"Who are you? How did you...?" Deirdre splutters.
"A simple teleportation. I am Mr Amiacing, of the Senior Management," the man smiles. He turns his attention to Marina. "Ah, we have someone who doesn't want to accept her fate to become a satyr." He nods to himself.
"Turn me back!" Marina wails.
Mr Amiacing raises a finger. "One moment, young lady." He turns to face Dick. Frowning, the strange man runs his hands around Dick's outline without actually touching him. Then he steps back, looking grave. "Your aura is wrong, satyr."
"What? I feel great...!"
"But you soon won't. How many sexual partners have you had in your short, new life?"
"There were a couple of brunette babe satyresses who blessed me with this body! Since then, I've savoured both Anarosa and Skye," Dick announces proudly. "Are you jealous yet, manager?"
"Hardly," Mr Amiacing looks worried. "You're HIV-positive, and I sense that you've been so before you came to the island!"
Dick looks gobsmacked. Then his eyes go wide, as the implications sink in.