Under the shroud of night, a castle stood atop a mountain peak. From the castle's windows, one could see the bright lights inside, suggesting a grand feast was underway.
In the banquet hall, laughter and joyous sounds rose and fell. Men and women gathered close to each other, dressed in thin, airy clothing, reveling in the licentious and wanton songs.
A tall, beautiful woman, dressed in a sheer fabric, walked through the banquet with a proud stride.
An intoxicated man was drawn to her, leaning against her.
She turned and embraced the man, her sharp nails gently grazing his cheek, leaving a trail of blood. She brought the blood-stained nail to her mouth, exhaling a tempting fragrance, and whispered softly in the man's ear, "Do I enchant you so?"
Then, the hand placed on the man's chest suddenly exerted force.
"Ahh!" The man cried out, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure.
The hand with sharp nails was like a blade, piercing the man's chest, wantonly digging inside.
