Gallows Nymph: Les souteneurs royaux

Despite the piquant episodes of the Viscountess' adventurous libertinage, which usually was so easy in condemning, for four years she had managed to keep the sight of her nakedness only among her most eager customers.

But in time, her reputation became so ubiquitous that it seemed even the Dukes and Princes of the Royal Blood became aware of the many talents of "la pauvre veuve" Du Crete. Little surprise since by that point she had indulged with perhaps all of the capital's few wealthiest men and some of their sons.

Eventually one of them, whether father or son it was not known- had a large portrait of her painted in the guise of the naked Pagan Goddess Circe, which she was reportedly very fond of. One of her usual patrons related how she often approvingly contemplated it while she stood in front of it, both in the nude. 

Thus painted, more Pagan than if she were Babylon

ROYAL PIMPS

Soon, two miniature copy of it was reproduced, small enough to fit inside a bejeweled pocket watch. The adulteress loved it so much that she carried the pocket watch with her constantly inside the bustle of her dress. If she ever marked a potential client in public, it was said that in a private moment with said magnate she would flash open this locket for him and gave him an appetizer view of her famous and expensive body.

However it was the other duplicate watch- in the charmed hand of her lover which gave her what she truly wanted, a flash and foretaste of her delicious nude to the eyes of the highest men within the Kingdom.

It was this lover who managed to organize a turning point for her that year. One evening he raced to the adulteress and asked her to show up dressed "as provocative as possible" in a well-known club, because there will be an assembly of “men that she would swoon to meet” and who could help her in “her beautiful Royal dreams.” The eager whore dutifully obeyed, that night she got ready, painted her face, and introduced herself at the table with a dozen of these magnates in colorful silk suits, and who only talked about politics over pipes and played cards.

Soon? Under the obscene pretext of sexual desire, especially the female one which was considered anomalous like a disease. She would introduce herself as in heat to them and swooned with burning vapors without inhibition. With a weak voice the parched adulteress declared she needed one of them like she needed a quick drought of quenching water.

Some have supposed one of them who answered her bestial request was the brutally debauched Marquis de Barbezieux, others believed the man to be the odd Judge Monsieur d'Aguesseau, others said it was the King's young nephew. Regardless who the leader of that band was, the great Magnate immediately sampled her that night in an adjustment room and after a full hour returned to the poker room glowing in carnal joy as if he had shed away decades of his life in sweat.

“My heart forever for that great heart shaped ass in all its glory! (Gloria in excelsis in Latin)” He declared enthralled and fierce bloodshot eyes.

And like a refuge, her mouth to his rank tadpoles

And it was with this anatomical triumph that these wedded men chose to introduce the adulteress to the highest circle within our Kingdom. After all, within our fair but sinful kingdom, it was tradition and even propriety that the most promising female hips was tributed upward into the hands of one's betters.