"Wait," you plead, "Please don't do this. Maybe I can pay you off?" you ask sheepishly. The satyr looks you in the eye and for the first time you can see a glimmer of remorse in his face, "Sorry, but this isn't just about money. There are contracts, pacts, and rites involved. I'm bound to serve the client, it’s impossible for me to disobey.”
A buzzing noise causes the satyr to turn away, “Hey, it’s my client,” he says nonchalantly as he produces a very modern looking cellphone out of the air, “He gave me this so he could keep tabs on my progress.” The goat-man starts walking around you, talking to his mysterious client. You can’t hear the other party, but what the satyr is saying isn’t filling you with any hope, “Hey, boss… I’m working on him…. What’s taking so long? This one’s stubborn… Well, those clothes can only do so much, I had to be more direct… Yeah, I delivered some bear gear and did some remodeling… More? That seems rather cruel… Sorry, sir, I’ll obey… How’s he look? I’ll send you some photos.”
He then starts taking pictures of your nude body with the phone’s camera. You’re still immobilized and can only glower angrily as the satyr takes shots of your beard, chest, and your dick, he spends a lot of time down there in fact. He soon finishes and goes back to talking to the person responsible for this whole ordeal, “So what do you think?… Okay, I’ll work on that… Well he’s mad at you, that’s why he looks so murderous.” There’s a long pause as the satyr listens, his looks up at you with some concern in his eyes. You start to feel afraid, you don’t know what orders this creature is being given. You’ve been greatly changed already, and you don’t want to know what else this “client” has in store for you. The satyr finishes his conversation, “Yes, sir. It will be done,” he turns off the phone and turns back to you.