His grip is very strong and as Julia's eyes fly open she isn't watching the handsome man that brought her here, but she's staring into the red eyes of a Satyr. He's still handsome, but in a primal rugged way. Horns growing from his head and he's very hairy. Because of his grip on her she can't see the rest of his body, but she can guess the rest. His clothes also seem to have mysteriously disappeared and she's pressed against his muscled hairy chest.<br/><br/>The musk that was before only barely noticeable is strongly present now, assaulting her senses, not entirely unpleasant smelling, but making him quite hard to resist.<br/><br/>(OOC: If you spend a point of willpower you can resist him for a bit and try to escape)<br/><br/>He breaks of the kiss and smiles; a lustful smile. "Mine, with nowhere to run."