At an unspecified schloss in Mittel Europa, a group of friends sit down to the most sumptuous dinner that chefs can prepare and money can buy, of medieval proportions. The staff serves up platter after platter of exquisitely prepared pheasant, venison, and other game, while the friends converse. Thin, completely self-disciplined, they hardly touch the great banquet before them. After dinner entertainment begins. Eudile plays the harp for the assembled guests. First Hieronymus and Priscilla disappear. Then the hostess Esmeralda disappears. As Eudile finishes the last bars of her piece she is surprised by the lack of applause. She looks up to find herself alone. As she searches through the house she finds her friends in the larder, with their faces slathered in venison mousse, mashed potatoes, sauce, their beautiful clothes covered in drippings, grease and fat. They are disheveled. Horrified at first, she joins in the orgy of eating with gusto. Ravenous they attack everything. There is nothing left. Someone spots a tin of caviar in the cold store. As they battle for this last remaining vestige of the feast, someone knocks the door shut. They are prisoners of their own gluttony.