Playing with Fire Page #4

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Kidnappings.

How romantic.

Unfortunately

it's no longer what it once was.

In olden days, fair beauties

were abducted by horses.

Raped by swans,

seduced by snakes.

Torn apart by bulls...

pleasures past, unfortunately.

Times change.

- Swans? And how did they do it?

- I'll show you.

I admit that it was full

of attention and kindness.

and love was made

in a way technically correct,

but nothing more.

As a memento

I took the gold chain,

that Carolina always wears

around her waist.

and that she had

forgotten to put back on

after removing it

to put on her trousers.

'What I didn't understand

is if it was

Frantz disguised as woman

or a woman disguised as Frantz.'

Don't say anything.

You're waiting.

Madame, will be down.

Here, my Lady,

your new, little pupil.

A first class purchase.

Carolina De Saxe,

Erika Von Eigher.

Needless to say,

that this is a false name.

Thank you for the welcome.

Don't thank me.

The pleasure will be all mine.

The young lady should

change out of her disguise.

That is no longer suitable

to her circumstances... now.

Although, maybe...

on second thoughts...

You will find a dress to fit you

on the couch in the lobby.

Hurry, now.

'The pleasure will be all mine.'

You can tell.

Look at me, however,

working in this film.

One of these days I'll get bored,

and send them all...

Come on.

In here it's so much larger

than it seems from the outside.

Yes, it wasn't easy to manage it.

And also...

Very strange.

Who are those girls

dressed in black?

The guests of the house.

Why dressed in black?

It's the rule.

To distinguish them from the maids,

who wear white.

Why are they so still?

They're resting.

Well then, will I also

always have to...

wear black?

- And all these doors?

- There are many rooms.

- What do they mean, these photos?

- Only what you see. Only portraits.

And this is your room.

Is she a good pupil?

If she's not docile, don't hesitate

to punish her. Cruelly.

It's already been done.

See the effects. Reverence...

I am yours, Ma'am.

Uniform of the house.

Get up.

Is she a real whore?

Here's a certificate to prove it.

Where's her beat?

Palais Royale.

And... her price?

Third category, Sir.

Unwrap it.

Immediately, Sir.

Yes, seems fresh.

I'll have it

with a salsa rossa.

and flamb au cognac.

Very good, Sir. And the serving?

Would you like it sliced?

If it's home made.

And is it tender?

Naturally Sir.

Add a little something as precaution,

so that it rises properly.

Unnecessary. But,

I'll do as Sir wishes.

I've everything needed here.

The doors, corridors,

photographs, keys.

The names on the doors.

My own photo,

and my own name.

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