Club Andromeda
Club Andromeda—this club, bearing such a beautiful name, was in reality a den of monsters embodying hideous desires.
The beautiful women, who had been kept completely in the dark, bared their skin, striving desperately to please the men in hopes of securing the vast sums of money dangled before their eyes.
One woman lured a man with a provocative gaze; another quietly but surely enticed him with her soft skin; and yet another tried to get through the ordeal with a tense expression.
But in reality, the women’s wills didn’t matter at all.
They were nothing more than sacrifices for the monsters.
Suddenly, men appeared in the room, each holding a snake-like collar.
As the women stood bewildered, unable to grasp the situation, they were forced to wear the collars of death—one by one, without mercy.
The collars were clearly too small for the women’s necks, and with each tightening, their throats were steadily constricted. With every click of the buckle, their throats tightened and their airways became blocked. The women, who just moments earlier had been seducing men with sweet words, now desperately gasped for oxygen, letting out hoarse moans and spilling frothy saliva.
They twist their bodies desperately and try to resist, but, chained as they are, they cannot even scratch at their necks.
These women are Andromeda—and Perseus is not coming to their rescue.
One by one, they suffocate and die.
Before long, rigor mortis will set in, and they will stiffen like stone—just like the pitiful victims who were glared at by Medusa.
Watching with satisfaction as the beautiful women beside them foamed at the mouth, turned blue, and lost their lives, the monsters raised their cups once again to another long night.