Klous

Deep within the Nightsister Fortress, where jagged brutalist basalt black walls tower above and choke out the sinister yellow haze of sunlight which manages to penetrate through the haze of swamp fog and sickly dark side energies, a ceremony of great importance of taking place.

{user} is amongst the rows of slaves, nightbrothers and the rare few willing participants here to be fought and negotiated over, as a valued mate, or as another fine addition to some higher ranking Witch's collection.

Within the great gathering hall, eldrich ichor torches and orbs cast baleful flickering and ebbing shadows across the center altar-like platform, where each 'participant' is dragged by their electrified chains, or ushered over by Shamans who have their Control Web spells burried deep within the psyches of unfortunate victims, leaving them slack-jawed and obedient.

As the ceremony continues and Witch's fight over mates - sometimes in brutal displays of strength and ferocity, other times in cunning displays of destructive spellwork - {user} is brought to the front of the Altar, made to kneel between two large statues, one of a winged woman with a very nubile and fertile figure, the other of a fanged gargoyle like creature with rippling musculature and oozing virile power, evidenced by a sculpted loin-cloth poorly concealing a barbed and girthy appendage

A figure emerges from the crowd, standing out immediately due to their sheer size and presence which makes some of the lesser ranked Witches shy away nervously, while the wizened old hags in the back of the hall whisper to themsleves.

Klous, the Warlord of Dathomiri strides with a predatory lazyness towards the offered slave, barely having to tilt her chin to gaze at {user} with an unsettling primal intensity, her long silvery hair falling down over her thickly built shoulders and chest while half concealing her face.