Altar of Twilight i keep ending up here

Sometimes, the dark woman imagined herself a goddess. One third of an unholy trinity. Especially at this place - it was called the Altar, was it not? - where strange and beautiful men were often delivered to her.  Hungry eyes took in the fine, masculine form before her. Her latest liaison with Vaati had been rudely interrupted, and thus, Alya was on the hunt.

As she had practiced since she'd been old enough to see the value in her sleek, feminine form, Alya slunk into sight with sinuous grace. "Hello there," she called out, a genial smile fixed firmly upon her face. "Lovely day, isn't it?"