The Haguat crone, her voice a low, seductive rumble, commands the whore to disrobe, revealing her curves to the moonlight streaming through the chamber's skylight. The whore's body, a canvas of desires, is marked with runes and sigils, each one pulsating with an ancient, primal energy. The crone's fingers trace the symbols, igniting the whore's senses, making her writhe and buck with need. The air shimmers with power as the crone's fingers slip inside the whore, preparing her for the divine union to come, blessed by the Haguat and tainted by lust.