The table is set perfectly, not a utensil misplaced. The napkins neatly folded, name cards appropriately placed. He's winding up the music box, to let its song resound.
His ladies are sitting in their seats, ready for this delicious feast.

He approaches the table with the greatest of ease, not wanting to seem overly anxious. He circles the table, slowly and kisses each lady gently upon their head. His hand moves to stroke each one's locks so gently and lovingly. He loves his ladies so greatly.

He looks at the scene, his women around the table, only visible in the dingy half-light of the room. The sun is shining in only a little while it is setting in the west. He notices a million dust particles in the ray of light, making him uneasy, for this was supposed to be the perfect dinner...He worked so hard to please them.

The room still has a hint of musty scent, he did his best to rid of it. The smell he tried to mask behind dozens of roses and scented candles. The candles cast shadows of the women on the wall and are melting, dripping down their holders.

He glances to meet their eyes. Each lady stares with a bitter gaze, such as an old antique doll with haunting glass eyes. He is feeling inferior as he thinks he has disappointed them. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he swore to himself, he wouldn't let his paranoia get in his way. On his exhale, he decides to keep his composure and carry on.

He whistles along to the music box as he brings the food from the kitchen. The wonderful aroma of the food fills this place. He prepared such wonderful food. Each ingredient measured with precision, it was perfectly planned. He sets the food on the table, and diligently starts to serve their food. Being fair, giving each lady the same amount. He pours a succulent frangrant red wine into their glasses. He really hopes the will enjoy the feast he has prepared.

He sits in his seat and joins the ladies in his company when he remembers that he must untie them. They have been tied in their seats for some time now. He only hopes that just because they are dead, that it won't keep them from eating. He never meant to kill them...He just wanted someone for dinner.