Julia rather quickly realizes that this is a fight she won’t be able to take by herself. The Satyr is both way to strong and to… mesmerizing to be able to fight for long… so she doesn’t. Instead she plummet strait down in the abyss of lust and assault him eagerly kissing and licking his face, quickly trying to pull of her clothes in a fumbled way as she tries to do so many things at once. Her skirt rides high up on her thighs and she straddles his lap, pressing her body against his trying her best to give in and give him access to the body her mother has supplied to him.