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France - 1742. It was nightfall. In the country house, Chateau D'femme, Lady Celeste was preparing for bed. Celeste was an older woman of 37, beautiful and dominating. She had long brunette hair which fell nearly past her waist, and her amber eyes were as bright as fire. Celeste was an elegant woman, and she had a young daughter who was twice as elegant... Her name was Marie. She was a young girl of 18, yet she was not so innocent as some people once beleived. A stunning beauty, Marie was mischievous and playful... Years before, Celeste had always taught her daughter to never trust men, and this teaching was strictly re-taught to Marie on many occasion's.
Yet on that particular evening, Celeste had seen her cunning daughter sensuously flirting with one of the Chateau's servants. The young man was named Marco. He was a tall and handsome 21 year old with dark hair and olive skin. He was the type of man that Marie constantly lusted for, and always went after sexually. Celeste had witnessed her daughter directly romance the young servant lavaciously on numerous occasions, but on this particular evening, Celeste knew that Marie's seductive advances toward Marco would sooner or later get the both of them into trouble, and Celeste would teach them a lesson that they wouldn't ever forget... Marie's love for Marco will come with severe consqeuences. It was still early in the evening within the Chateau as Celeste attempted to talk some sense into her daughter... "I don't care what you think, Marie. It's the truth." said Celeste. "Regardless, I don't appreciate you telling me these things." replied Marie. "It's for your own good!" said Celeste. "What is?" asked Marie. "That I be taught to hate men?!" "Not to hate," replied Celeste. "I teach you not to trust men." "Why shouldn't I trust them?" asked Marie. "Men are nothing but trouble, Marie. They lie, you know...and they're not to be trusted." said Celeste. "After all, you know what happened to me." "So just because you had one bad experience with a man, you feel that you mustteach me these things?" Marie asked. "Yes," replied Celeste. "Your father betrayed me. I was in love with him, and I thought he loved me back. We were married for no more than a year when he began several illicit affairs with other women. I was seven months pregnant with you when he left me for a spoiled rich girl in Paris, and had the experience of giving birth to you without a husband. I had to raise you without a father...and I've tried to raise you with self-dignity and respect for your being, and I don't want to see you become the whore of a servant." "But I love him, mother!" "You don't know what love is, you stupid girl!" said Celeste. "Love can only hurt you! He will hurt you!" "That's not true!" said Marie. "You don't know what you're talking about! You don't know him like I know him!" "You've only known him for a month, Marie! You don't know what he could be capable of!" "Neither do you, mother!" Marie said. "I love him! And he loves me!" "He doesn't love you, Marie! He only lusts after you, as you lust after him! You may call it love, but all you want to do is sleep with him, and believe me, that's all he wants. Because once he ravages your virgin body, he will lose interest in you...and once he does, I will personally teach both him and you a lesson bthat you will never forget! Now go to your room and go to bed!" "Yes, mother."
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