Leanna continued walking, first noticing how her skin felt alive with the gentle kisses of arousal. It was a small feeling, but she felt it nevertheless. Her permeated her being, down to the place it didn't belong the most. Her little virginal vagina ached to be forced open like Sister Rutha's. And she knew she'd eventually have to give in. But she would hold out for as long as she could; quite aware of how much lower that resolution made her standards. She looked up at the sun, hoping to gauge by its angle across the sky what time it was.<br/><br/>She'd been walking for a while when she noticed a funny-looking man dancing by the riverside. He looked like a normal man except for his goat legs, his horns, and, well, his genitals, which she could tell were far, far, faaaar too big. He seemed to be playing some sort of pipe instrument; a rather merry tune. However, Leanna, startled, almost immediately hid behind a rock, trying to buy herself some time to think and hoping he hadn't spotted her.<br/><br/>He looked unarmed - then again, so did the imp. Unfortunately for her, she didn't recognize this sort of demon, though it was possible he was not a demon but a man who'd turned part animal, just as Rathazul and Bunny had. Still somewhat emboldened by her encounter with the imp, she decided to risk approaching the man, out in the open, but decided she would stay on high alert, ready to attack if something seemed off.<br/><br/>With that, she got out from her cover and approached.