The room was a lavishly decorated bedroom, with numerous hanging beads, paper lanterns, wind chimes, and other decorations.
There were people. Two were on their hands and knees, serving as a living chair for the supernaturally beautiful woman atop them. She wore little, had golden eyes, and was being fed grapes by a third human. No doubt she was a Bakeneko.
By her side was an Oni. Only... not? He was small, by Oni standards and... his face. His face was oddly vacant - even by Oni standards - and... strangely, unsettlingly, human-like. He didn't even have horns!
And in the corner. In the corner was a pale, reeking, woman. She wore what looked like it had at one time been nice clothing, but it was - like she herself - completely covered in dirt and filth. Like the zombie ashigaru, the dirt seemed to be part of her now. Her face was obscured by her filthy black hair, but she seemed to have a lower jaw, and to be the source of the sobbing.
The Bakeneko gave an annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes as the thing continued to sob in the corner.