Hotel Angmagssalik, Greenland
If she never saw another man, it would be too soon. Especially one that didn't believe in the lost continent of Thule, and the secret society that bore the sacred Aryan name. She had read everything Clark Ashton Smith ever wrote, much of it to the Mate she had chosen to follow her into what remained of Hyperborea, but he had bailed. Turning aside from not only her, but from thousands of years of eldritch ceremony. Timeless ceremonies that would climax just hours from now.