"Come this way, my pretty." he smiles casting a piercing, hypnotic glare in her direction. Exerting some of the poisons he stolen from the Golden Scorpions her way, he ushers her behind the red curtain. Taking her hand and guiding her to sit by the mural, he begins pressing and flattening her into his two-dimensional layered collage of Scarlet Women. The painter of Ghost-light smiles, he's been hunting these shades for quite sometime. He goes to a nearby table and adjust the LED array, removing all red-lights from the eloptic RGB cycle.
He smiles that same sickly grin as he peels off each layer of the imprisoned Lionesses trapped in his art and proceeds to stick them in plastic-Easter Egg looking orgone devices. He sets each one atop one of the modified eloptic broadcasters and watches as they randomly cycle through the various colored lights, warming the orgone eggs.
When they crack, Priestess emerge, fully adorned with Futuristic-Eastern attire. Each is their own color, but none are scarlet anymore. Violet, Blue, Green, Yellow, etc. They wear white-robes adorned with glimmering stitching embodied with sigils to match these colors, to which each of their long hair has also changed to match.
"Ahhh, my masterpiece moves and breathes now." thinks the alchemical artist. He always hated such dreary darkened red tones. Opaque and obscuring, tainted with black veils. The women themselves seem to shimmer in a radiance of clear-light as well. The room is brighter and the empty canvas lighter. He shall enjoy watching these creations.