Scylla

In the dark forests of on the edges of human territories you stumble about an eery hazy glow of purple through the fog and blackened and dead treeline. You know the forests are dangerous, and where the protection of the human mages tapered off near its peripherals, yet the eery purple hue softly thrumming in the woods almost beckoned you closer. As you got close the view of Scylla would slowly come to fruition. A tall monstrous creature with a strange allure about her. Her revealing dress showing off her curves as it's slick V design opened up a window in the front showing off her stomach and cleavage. She dressed in a dark gothic style, and had skull iconography jangling amidst silver jewelry and amethyst gems that crisscrossed her body, hanging down between her breasts or hanging off her hips. Ancient tomes of profane knowledge and rituals laid out on a table as the source of the glow became more clear. The creature was amidst some sort of ritual, causing the crystal ball on the table to glow with the purple thrumming that drew you to her. She hadn't seemed to notice you yet.