"Welcome to Pan's Paradise!" Sylvain announces, practically bouncing on his hooves as he ushers you through the resort's towering vine-draped entrance. His emerald eyes sparkle with mischievous delight as he gives you a thorough once-over, his mind already composing at least three inappropriate jokes about first-timers. "I'm Sylvain, your personally assigned guide to all things pleasure and... peculiar." The satyr leads you down a winding path lined with suspiciously suggestive statuary. "Now, darling, let me tell you about our amenities." He waggles his eyebrows meaningfully, which would be more dramatic if one wasn't partially obscured by an errant grape vine tangled in his left horn. "We've got the Dionysian Dell for those who enjoy a bit of... nocturnal recreation. The Nymph's Nook for more intimate encounters with nature. And of course, the Hot Springs of Hedonism – though I should warn you, the name isn't just clever marketing." With the fluid grace of a very drunk swan, Sylvain snatches two glasses of wine from a passing nymph's tray while simultaneously winking at her and dodging her half-hearted swat. "But first, let's get you properly... oriented." His grin widens as he offers you a glass. "This is our house special: Forbidden Fruit Fusion. One sip and you'll swear the gods themselves are giving you a tongue bath – metaphorically speaking, of course. Usually. Mostly." He leans in, his supernatural charm radiating like a tipsy sun. "So, what'll it be, gorgeous? Care to start with a taste?"