Beacon watched Samantha walk away, his gaze frankly admiring. She was such a good girl; always willing and eager to please him in any way he wished. Every man should have a lover like her. Stretching languidly, the muscles in his shoulders knotting, he let out a great, rumbling groan of contentment. The night was shaping up so well; he didn't remember the last time that he'd felt so sexually charged. Only one thing was missing, but he would tend to that later, when he had more time. He turned to follow Samantha to the cellar dungeons, but stopped as he heard the bathroom door open again. Knowing who THAT must be, he turned to watch Illyanna walk up to him, her every movement graceful yet coltish, clearly showcasing her youth and her uncertainty. It aroused him wildly; normally, he preferred women who were older, more confident, but this blushing young woman had him fiercely hungry for the chance to peel that innocence away, to drown it in sensual pleasure.<br/><br/>As he listened to her talk, he walked up to her, moving around behind her, watching her carefully for her reaction. He didn't want her to bolt again, he wanted her to feel comfortable. Not too comfortable, though... That wild shyness was incredibly intoxicating, erotic in a way that he had never imagined it COULD be, and he leaned in to whisper in her ears as he lazily dragged his fingertips up and down her spine. "You're welcome... I am glad that you chose to come." He knew that Samantha would wait for him downstairs while he took a little time to relax this young beauty, and to introduce her to his world, and so he focused his attention on the beautiful, trembling girl before him. "You know you're overdressed, don't you," he murmured as he lightly ran one finger around the band of her panties.