Cassius's voice lingered in the air like a promise.
The women stood before him, naked and trembling—not from cold, but from the electric anticipation crackling through the warehouse.
What now?
What does he mean by 'true pleasure'?
What is this 'technique'?
And then—
"Kyaa!"
A shriek.
It tore through the air sharp and sudden.
Every head snapped toward the source, a woman near the front, her finger trembling as she pointed at the ground in front of her.
"L-Look! Look!" She stammered, her voice cracking. "There's—there's something coming out of the ground! Right there, right in front of me!"
The crowd erupted.
Gasps. Cries of shock. A few women stumbled back, their bare feet slipping on the cold floor. Others leaned forward, eyes wide, their breath catching in their throats.
And then they saw it.
A thing, translucent, pale white like moonlight through ice, smooth and glistening was emerging from the floor.
