An immense horde of naked women was dancing wildly in the night.
Huge fires had been lit all over the dull plain, surrounded by steep peaks of granite which projected high into the sky like the stone teeth of a ravenous beast, illuminating the obscure atmosphere of the night with an red, hellish glow.
The women were screaming ragingly, their bodies tossing and writhing in the wild fury of the dance, their bare feet obsessively stamping on the hard ground to the compulsive beat of the drums. Their naked flesh was flushed with excitement, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they twirled and spun, their long flowing hair whipping about their faces in a frenzy of erotic abandonment.
Their undeniable beauty held at the same time something threatening, primitive, savage. Black curly hair left growing wildly, dark skins covered in stripes of red and white paint as ceremonial colors of war, their only garments consisting in crude necklaces and circlets made of bone, stone, or animal teeth wrapped around their necks, wrists and ankles.
Some of the women were holding long wooden staves in their hands, decorated with large, multi-colored feathers taken from unnamed, ravenous flying beasts. Standing on the top of high rocks, they were seeming to guide their companions in that ritual, shouting commands at them with harsh, deep voices, inciting them to let themselves go more and more, to abandon themselves totally, to lose their minds in that infernal dance.
"M'laal Azul" they were chanting repetitively, obsessively, in a language that sounded dark, ancient and guttural "Shaag im'arath, M'laal Azul"
The atmosphere of the night was unnaturally warm and charged with a tangible tension. Losing themselves in the dances, their minds progressively regressed completely to a animalistic and primordial state. The air was thick with the heady scent of their arousal, a musky aroma that threatened to intoxicate the very atmosphere, an excitement that was growing stronger every passing minute, constantly fueled by the acts of that ceremony, by those mesmerizing chants, by the compelling beat of the drums, by the continuous grinding of their naked bodies as they abandoned themselves in the dances.
"M'laal Azul" the mesmerizing mantra continued, incessantly "Shaag im'arath, M'laal Azul"
In front of them, at the very centre of the desolated plain, were towering the imposing and titanic ruins of an immense manor, legacy of a remote and alien era, the name of who - or what - had built it forever lost in the meanders of the millennia. Its walls and towers were made of gigantic blocks of black granite, crossed by veins of some strange and unknown mineral which were emitting a slow, pulsating, greenish glow, giving to that horrible remaining of a fortress a even more menacing and ghostly aura.
"M'laal Azul" the chanting voices of the women had assumed a more urgent, almost pleading tone "Shaag im'arath, M'laal Azul"
The screams and the chants below the crumbling ramparts began to become intertwined with loud moans and sighs of pleasure, as more and more women started to lose themselves completely in the induced sexual frenzy, to succumb to the urgent, and primordial needs that was invading their minds and bodies. In many points of the plain, the dance was quickly turning into an immane orgy, as more and more of the enraptured savages began to throw themselves on each other to find satisfaction in that immense lust which was dominating them. Other sounds were now adding to the cries and sighs; soft, humid sounds, the sounds of kisses, of tongues, of wetnesses.