SCREECH—
In an instant, a cacophony of sounds pierced their very souls—like the clamor of a marketplace, the chewing of delicious food, and the seductive allure of inner desires—resounding throughout the banquet hall. The whispers in their ears frantically assaulted their brains and nerves, corroding reason, uncontrollably plunging them into madness.
"Since the dishes don't suit your tastes, let's serve the real feast!" the Clown Gentleman spoke coldly, a wide grin stretching across his face.
BOOM—
The ceiling cracked with web-like marks. Dancing Ladies in Demon Spider form descended from the sky, countless silk threads swaying slowly, while a dozen controlled female dancers performed a grotesque dance.
