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Now her curiosity really was piqued “What should I take care of?”

Aphrodite leaned closer and looked deep into her eyes “Satyrs,” she murmured

Francesca started to sleah her, excitement mixed with trepidation “And Sebastian is in that room?”

Aphrodite nodded “It is the door at the end of the corridor, if you dare”

Francesca rose instantly to her feet “I dare,” she said, and began to make her way down the plush corridor toward the door The outside was painted white with gold tris, just like the other doors, but written on the main panel was “The Bacchus Room”

Her flesh was tingling; her blood was pu for her They were about to take another adventure together Francesca opened the door and stepped inside

Her mouth fell open

The Bacchus Room was decorated like a oodland, with trees and vines painted directly onto the walls, and draperies of various colors strung fro it difficult to see more than a step or two in front of her Cushions and bolsters were scattered across the floor The colors were so vivid that for a moment, Francesca really did feel as if she was lost in a forest Picking her way to the side, she looked up and saw that she was facing a mural

It was a depiction of a man, or half a man He had hooves instead of feet, and horns sprouted fro side on, with his hands on his hips, she could see that his ely erect Was this the satyr?

She stepped back, shocked despite herself, and buave a faint scream

His arms closed about her, his lips pressed to the side of her neck, and he said in a deep voice, “Hmm, female flesh”

Francesca kneho he was She’d known instantly But he was behind her and therefore invisible, and so she could let her iination soar

“Mr Satyr,” she said breathlessly, “please don’t hurt me”

“Francesca…”

“Shhh” She giggled “Let’s play the game”