He’s caught out by another satyr

Set the Scene: Gill catches the satyrs as they're about to take advantage of the two women.

Complication: [4] An NPC acts suddenly | Altered Scene: [3] Normal

Another satyr happens upon Gill.

Knuckles white on the grip of his weapon, Gill advances as quietly as he can into the shack. In the fitful light, he sees the two satyrs – one taller than the other, paler-skinned, with short horns and black hair in a topknot. The shorter one is broader, heavier, with horns almost like antlers, and – when he briefly turns – a gleam of devilish mischief in his red eyes. Both, of course, are naked, and although Gill doesn’t want to let his attention wander downward, it’s impossible not to notice the proudly-erect length of bulbous cock sported by each, whenever one of them even half-turns in his direction.

And beyond them, their two captives – if only they knew they were captives. There is Shona, the baker’s daughter, small and dark-haired and shy, even now looking a little unsure of her situation. Then, sitting on the bed beside her, the one woman that Gill really couldn’t bring himself to leave behind. Rosabel.

Her blonde hair glows like gold, her fair skin a striking contrast. Even that strange tattoo – where did that come from, anyway? – looks good on her, adorning her slender neck. But her eyes are vacant. Always a cool blue, but now – blank. Lost. Seeing her like this makes Gill’s jaw ache.

And the satyrs – they don’t care what either woman wants. They exist to have their fun. Well, Gill isn’t going to feel bad about wrecking their day. Or anything else of theirs.

He takes a slow, steady breath –

– and a heavy hand lands on his shoulder. He almost jumps out of his skin. Whipping around, he sees a third satyr, this one dark and rotund and jovial, now blocking his way out.

“Hey,” the newcomer calls out, “another one for the party!”