Mausoleum - Room 32

This room is unsettling. Flocks of ravens flutter about, their flapping wings and caws produce a cacophony of noise. Streaks of blood speckle the room, and one raven is slurping from a pool of blood dripping from the ceiling. You then notice a mysterious and perfect specimen of a woman by an altar. Her skin is paler than the moon. She has an evil grin on her face and her eyes bore into you.

We weren't expecting visitors. How delightful. My sisters will enjoy receiving you. Head through that door.

You realize you're in trouble and look for a way back. The woman clutches the air and you feel dizzy. She licks her lips and says with an insincere pout in her voice:

Unless you wish to stay with me?

This is dangerous. You have no choice but forward.