….” I became The Countess’ protégé at a reception where I was discreetly brought by a friend who at the time was in the service of The Countess’ close friend Lord Henry. The Countess took care of my education and strived to secure me a good employment. She arranged for a private tailor and a monthly allowance that allowed me to freely dedicate myself to writing...
The Countess was different from other women, stories about her life caused daily turmoil in the capital...
When she would walk into the room, benumbed men obediently stared at her direction. Great number of gentlemen tried to flatter The Countess at every reception. ..
Women, gathered in groups, watched her, trying to hold on to their fake smiles and hide their self-conceit...
The Countess had two passions: parties and painting.

She lived the party and painted life. She would bring handsome men and beautiful women to her parties. She would make them drunk with wine and relaxed with music, awaiting for their young bodies to became interwoven with desire. She would move barely dressed from one body to the next until She would chose couples she found exceptionally attractive. Those couples would stay at the castle for several weeks enjoying her generosity….In return they would pose at her art studio.
Nude bodies in passionate embraces on her paintings caused terror among the entire cultural public. They could not understand her freedom not being free themselves. They could not understand her persistence being dishonest themselves...
Mothers would cover their children’s eyes while priests would cross themselves mumbling the name of Mary Magdalene every time her coach would pass through town.
At The Court, tales were told of monks and their horrifying screams as they flagellated themselves for nights after witnessing one of Her picnics…. Rich gentlemen bought her paintings but told their wives they were the gifts for their sons, their off-spring’s latest art interest. Once bought, the painting became an icon of self-gratification to fathers, sons and their friends.
The Countess had powerful guardians who protected her from red faced puritans. Men wanted her desperately but received just enough of Her attention to have Her commands executed unconditionally.
The Countess loved men, but most of all she loved Her freedom. She smiled at rumours about herself as She would sip her cognac at a veranda of her summer home, somewhere above the ocean.
The Countess knew that people who were scared of life spread rumors. Her life was a lavish party where there was no room for them...
While others watched, she lived a life of her passions…”.