The cave is dark, and deep, and the light filtering in through the opening you've made barely illuminates more than the dark floor... and thousands upon thousands of gleaming strands of web. Too fine to prevent entry, it'll be impossible not to disturb them. From far, far thicker cords dangle a pair of moaning, wiggling forms entirely encased within spidersilk. They might be girls or demigirls or succubi, though certainly not centaurs or karis or an arachne themselves.