Selma Payne's POV:
A strong evil aura, or rather, a strong fragrance.
At this moment, I was both tired and hungry. The wounds all over my body were screaming that I needed more power to heal myself. The evil force in the air tempted me like the aroma of roasted lamb chops. I was eager to find the main course, but I didn't see anything other than the disgusting old man and the rough man.
As for the young witches standing with me on the altar - a huge stone block - they seemed to think that even wearing a cloak in front of the 'holy' Azazel was a sin they happily took off their mink cloaks and wore thin silk nightdress as they shivered in the snow.
I did not doubt that I shouldn't even wear this silk nightdress, but everyone present was a man. If a man saw my naked body, I would lose my 'purity', so I forced myself to wear this nightdress that was better than nothing.
