You enter a private chamber. An open coffin hovers by some supernatural force on a central platform. On the second tier of this chamber, a woman watches down at you. The white drapery of her gown and pale skin contrast against her pitch-black hair.
Ah, another morsel. I am so hungry after fifty years of slumber. My sisters and I will imbibe every drop of your lifeforce.
Suddenly her sadistic expression sours. She winces and her smile turns to a frown.
I see. My mistress bids your company. You have no idea how fortunate you are. Proceed through the doors.