His house was built over the water: his ballroom floor was glass. At every party, a beautiful woman would walk to the centre of the room and fall through the glass. For a moment, she would float on the surface, shapes floating up from the darkness beneath her, until they shapes were realised and the creatures began to feed on her.
The entire time, her face was a picture of bliss, a serene smile never leaving her face, until all that remained was her gown, a bloodied ghost on the blue expanse, and a few shapes fading back into the darkness.