The beast turned, displaying his strong shoulders and firm buttox.  “Just follow me,” he called back over his shoulder, as he began treading towards the back of the dungeon room.  The girls would not have spotted it on their own, but there was a door here- marked only by a sliver-thin crack in the wall and a rough, rectangular indent where a knob would normally be.  The beast pushed firmly, and the stone door slid open to reveal a long stone corridor.<br/><br/>It was dark and dank in there, and a cool, stiff breeze blew in from somewhere.  The only illumination provided was from a handful of torches, spread thin across the length of the tunnel.  At the end was a steep staircase, leading to a hatch door.<br/><br/>The beast pulled it open and a soft, sweet scent wafted down.  The beast, apparently, had his own miniature mansion.  Here was a cavernous room, hundreds of feet long, and perhaps twenty to thirty feet high.  At one point, it may have served as a church or a temple, judging from the broken stone pews lying about.  The beast had taken up residence on the raised section near the pulpit.  Here lay a bed, old and well used, draped with animal skin blankets.  An enormous iron cauldron, sat warming over hot coals doubled as a bath tub.<br/><br/>The beast took a seat on the bed.  “Welcome,” he said.  “Would you like to get cleaned up before we continue?”