Beacon looked at Illyana, and shook his head, chuckling softly. "I can clearly see that you are not ready for me... not yet." He gave her a look full of gentleness and understanding. "You're aroused, but you are scared... as a young virgin in these halls SHOULD be. Perhaps you should get yourself a bit of seasoning, before coming to swim with the sharks." He chuckled, and ran his hands over her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, and even dipping a hand in between her legs to possessively cup her mound, feeling the warmth and the wetness there. "You really should go upstairs, and explore what the rooms have to offer... Or better still, go find a male companion to bring back to the party with you... one who will break you in more gently than I know how to do." Laughing, he gave her ass a squeeze with his other hand, letting his rigid cock nestle briefly in the crack of her ass, grinding against her gently but insistently. "Meantime," he said, "I hope you will forgive me, but I WAS a little busy when you came in. You're welcome to go upstairs, or to leave, or to go find a warm-up act, or even to wander around down here, though I have to warn you... if you decide to stick around on THIS floor, the odds are good that you are going to get a show from my friend Samantha and I, and it's likely to get pretty graphic... she's got my blood boiling, and I'm getting impatient for some action tonight."