Crushing expensive imported rhinoceros beetle larvae one after another for just a few thousand yen. They trample these innocent lives with cold, mechanical indifference, as if it were part of their daily routine. The larvae desperately wriggle and struggle, but their efforts are futile against the merciless heel of their stiletto. With cigarettes in their mouths and sullen expressions, they grind their heels into the glass table, squashing the larvae beneath. The impact causes delicate fluids to splatter from their bodies, yet the women pay no mind, casually walking away as if nothing happened.