The two High Consorts of the Blood Lotus cult stand solemnly before you, awaiting your dictate as to the cult's next ceremony or ritual. They are statuesque and beautiful, and could be twins if it weren't for one's black hair and the other's white-blond. Their slender hands are clasped before them, heads bowed submissively. They wear high cut sleeveless black body suits, black thigh high stockings, and opaque black veils covering all but their bright red lips.

Behind them, the candles flicker within the inner sanctum of the cult's subterranean halls, casting more shadows than light on the ancient stone walls and high ceilings. A low central dais with a stone sacrificial table stands in the center, its sides carven with reliefs of phallic imagery, winged demons, and women in pleasure. Arrayed in a wide circle on the floor around the dais are stone phallic sculptures ranging from realistic in size to towering, both human and non-human, like stone stalagmite dildos. It is clear that they are meant to be mounted and used by those who may be watching a ritual on the dais.

"The priestesses and acolytes of the Blood Lotus are ready for your next ceremony, Hierarch of Flesh," the dark haired High Consort, Vespera intones sensually. "Our three and thirty Dark Concubines stand ready for your profane biddings, and we Consorts ready to lead them. How shall we serve you, oh master of agony and ecstasy? Give us a goal you wish to accomplish and we can consult the tomes and recommend a ritual. Or suggest an urge you have, and we will determine what ceremonies benefit from such defilement."

Three of the Dark Concubines, the lesser priestesses of the cult of the Blood Lotus, stand patiently many steps behind the High Consorts, awaiting orders from the senior priestesses. The Dark Concubines wear the uniform of their station, a heavy dark robe, hood drawn over their heads to hide their young faces in shadow. The robes remain open at the front, always displaying a tantalizing sliver of the youthful flesh beneath, from pert breasts, to flat stomach, to the smooth folds of their sex.

The blond High Consort, Selene, whispers in a higher voice, "Our bodies are at your disposal, as are those of the Dark Concubines and our many sacrificial virgins. Your pleasure is the gateway to the abyss, and your seed the key. Use us, dark master."