† Justine †
† de Meaux †
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The very masterpiece of philosophy would be to develop the means Providence employs to arrive at the ends she designs for man, and from this construction to deduce some rules of conduct acquainting this wretched two-footed individual with the manner wherein he must proceed along life's thorny way, forewarned of the strange caprices of that fatality they denominate by twenty different titles, and all unavailingly, for it has not yet been scanned nor defined.
Justine - Marquis de Sade
Justine, daughter of the Marquis de Meaux, is ironically one of the most renowned courtesans at the Moulin Rouge. Although the family fortune relieved her of all financial worries, she decided to take up this infamous profession. The tones of the underground had always attracted this lady of the night.. It was just recently that she surrendered.
Pale golden locks tumble carefree about this lascivious beauty's shoulder, one or two tumbling over it to rest upon the lush swell of her pert breast.. The low cut of her gown emphasized this, as well as the slender neck, and the single choker thereupon. Hypnotic eyes of a sapphire hue glance out, sparkling in what little light filtered through those thick, long lashes. Carmine painted lips of a lewd satin curved in an ever suggestive pout, carved to form Cupid's bow, with often the same effect. From those lasciviously modeled lips of silk poured forth such sweet, dulcet tones. Oui, Justine de Meaux was a rarity..
But quite available. Hardly any sum became this intoxicating nymph.. But 200 francs was a good start. Good enough for her, anyway.
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