His eyes locked onto Juliet and tried to struggle a touch but again the bonds prove too strong. He snorts the moment when she pressed her foot against the crotch. He got the idea quick the moment it started to press hard. He got it, that struggling would just leave him in a world of hurt and as such he waited for her to get the net off him. Indubitably someone was going to make sure he didn't get an idea. He held still and soon enough he was bound in ropes rather than the net.<strong>"Well? Now what?"</strong>He asked her flatly now that she had the net off him and the ropes binding him well.<br/><br/>Meanwhile within the pavilion where the other girls were resting, the mirror shimmered to life and began to show an image. There was some kind of wizened man in luxuriant robes of purple and gold with a few traces of red. They had spoken to him before they left, as he was the one whom was directly sponsoring them. His arms were outspread and he had a boisterous.<strong>"Welcome young and intrepid adventurers to your home away from the safety of the barrier. This encampment is well equipped to see to your needs and..."</strong>The man noticed that a few of them were missing from the pavilion. And that the pavilion looked utterly demolished. His voice was less boisterous, more puzzled and he was looking a touch concerned.<strong>"What in the Nine Hells... What happened here!?"</strong>