Inside the room was a scene that could immediately trigger a physiological reaction.
Seven or eight attractive men and women were draped over each other, their eyes filled with a suggestive gaze, their lips slightly biting as they embraced, their faces all smiling, exuding a highly erotic charm that made one want to take a longer look.
Normally, that would be the case.
But the scene before us wouldn't arouse anyone's primal desires; instead, it stirred an extreme disgust within, making one feel like vomiting.
Each of these attractive men and women seemed to be engaged in suggestive behavior, but in each person's hand was a bloodstained dagger plunged deep into the heart of the person they were embracing.
And on the floor.
There lay about a dozen bodies, all covered in wounds.
The seven or eight attractive women standing inside the room looked like wax figures, motionless, not reacting even when the door was opened, with no dust or cobwebs anywhere.