I went up and spent a little time in the library. At that time no slaves were found there. Everybody had returned to their room. I sat down on the chair with a book found on the table. But I didn't have the mood to read, my mind was burning with the thoughts of reality and fantasy. On one side I found the roughness of real life, the family, social status, job, dignity, etc... The other side was shining fascinated with the illusionistic pictures of lust & love.
Fighting started. Goodness and sin stood face to face with weapons of justifications to win the battle. I am the battleground fluttered in it. There was a lesson to learn that the desires that give hope are often a trap diverting life to the darkness.
'Maybe, I have been led to that destination by the desire that brought me here.'
I spent time in the library till 11 pm.
As soon as I heard the bell sound of the wall clock ring eleven times, I closed the book and stepped out of the library. Everywhere was quiet and calm in the silence of the night. The home of the lust seemed to be sleeping in that quietness. I walked along the corridor flashing a gloomy light. In the mysterious pretension of the castle, some imagination grew up in my mind. The mythical characters living in the castle's history came around me with stories of lust and love. They, the countless ghosts of the ancestors, male and female in their attractive royal costumes, showed gestures of fun and fear, sang songs of love, and danced. An enthusiastic wild romp formed with the clashing sound of wine glasses. I ran away with all force by seeking redress from that hellish celebration. My footfall echoed horribly in the passage.
When I reached the rooftop, the butler was waiting for me there with a bottle of champagne. I sat down by a round table that appeared to be an antique.
"Yes, this is a royal antique." He could read the meaning of my glance. "Not only this, but everything in this castle is a relic of the French royal tradition. You can smell that royal legacy on each corner of this castle." Butler poured the champagne into the glasses.
"For the glory of the La Esmeralda, the enchanted beauty that seduced onetime the entire Paris." Butler tossed gently and said.
"Yes, for the glory of that chick. Now, she has incarnated to suck the blood of lust." I expressed my feelings.
"Yes, the beauty that having a lot of devotees." He laughed loudly.
I tasted the wine and relaxed a little bit. "Ok, tell me what is going on here."
"Well, as I said earlier, it is a business." He smiled.
"A business? What type of business is this?"
"Selling pleasure." He laughed. "Yes, we can define it like that. Selling a product or a service is business, right? That is what going on here, nothing strange."
"But it is more than a business. Exploiting the weakness of a man and trapping?"
"Every business is exploiting its customers, so that, nothing here is abnormal. Some businesses look strange because they are uncommonly done in different ways. That is why this type of business seemed to be extraordinary, but these are also businesses based on the theory that, if there is a buyer for a product or service, there is a business. In this world, especially, in the new millennium, anything can be sold if it is marketed well. Here, the pleasure is the product being marketed, but differently, in an artistic manner. The idea attracts customers and that turns into a business. That's all."
"Yeah, But this artistic manner is a trap."
He laughed and continued. "As I said earlier, the business itself is a trap, the customers being trapped in it. But here the thing is different. Basically, this deal is not a trap. It is an approach to finding out the inner face of the mysterious human mind. Let us say the mind has two faces, the upper face, and the inner face. The upper face shows a friendly look, but it is only a show. The inner face is the real face of the mind, which will show the real nature of the person when the right time comes. Here, in this illusion, a person can show his inner face to fulfill his will by hiding the identity."
"By exploiting the weakness?"
"Weakness is the thing getting exploited." He laughed and continued. "When a thing gets restricted by certain rules, it gets noticed, and accordingly its value increases, right?"
"Sometimes."
"Here this theory works well. Restricting things with some rules and letting their value grow, is a psychological strategy."
"What is that?"
"Offering sex with a celebrity and putting some rules to increase its value, a funny game for the wealthy characters spending huge money to fulfill their crazy ambitions." He took a sip from the glass and continued. "Selling sex in various ways is not a new idea. The route of this business comes from ancient times. We can find it in well-known cultures such as Roman, Greek, Assyrian, Babylonian, etc. Doing sex simply is not a thrilling thing. But when it performs with some fun, like a game, it will be thrilling a play. This theory implements here well to run a business."
"What bloody thrills are getting from this trapping game?"
"It is a thrilling game. That is why you are here..? Am I right?" He smiled showing teeth.
I didn't answer, just pretended to enjoy the wine.
"Doing sex with a celebrity is a thrilling privilege for the creatures wishing to do some amazing fun in their lazy luxurious life. Of course, these types of fun are affordable for the rich rascals only, those throwing money without any limit. Don't you observe their madness in having some sort of fun by spending millions and billions for nothing other than for making a simple prestige or pleasure? Purchasing paintings and collections for millions, spending thousands for one night's stay in a luxurious hotel, and giving a bundle of cash to chicks for nothing are some sorts of funny things done by these extraordinary creatures. They don't care about money, because they are wealthy that much. God has been showering money over them, always!" He paused for a while then asked me. "Are you one of them, the craziest people blindly running behind the illusion of pleasure & prestige by spending limitless cash?"
"Of course not, I don't have any illusion to fulfill. I believe in reality."
"Then why are you here paying this much and suffering all the trouble?"
"Ah, I believe, I'm trapped here." Without giving a proper answer I made a sigh.
"My dear, you are trapped by your passion, not by this deal. This is the story of all of us. Primarily, we are getting trapped by our will and desires and becoming the victims of it. Am I correct? Here, you got trapped by yourself. Because you are free to quit the game anytime. Nobody is going to stop you. So, you can decide whether to stay in this illusion or not. It is totally up to you. Think and decide wisely."
"Yeah, that is correct. I was blindly running behind an illusion. That chick fascinated me. Now I became mad. I have an urgent meeting tomorrow."
"That means, you are on a business trip? And now you are sacrificing your life in a murky castle for the illusion that fascinated you?"
"Yes my dear, I am sacrificing myself. Could you tell me what I am supposed to do? Stay here for this fun or quit soon?"
"The people who are staying here are under the pressure of their desire to achieve this amazing fun. They think that this deal is worth the time and money that they are spending here. This fact allows them to be here until they fulfill their dream. They are well-educated, genius, royal dudes who belong to the ruling dynasty, writers, high high-ranking government officials like ambassadors, ministers, justices, etc. are staying here for days and months to get the privilege of foolish fun which they consider as a great ambition, means, doing sex with a prestigious chick. For them, it is an achievement of great honor. If you feel it would be an amazing achievement for you, it is worth spending money and time here, or you may leave this funny business as soon as possible. As I am an employee of this venture, I can't disclose or suggest anything more than this." He stared at my silence and laughed.
"Life is a fascination." He took a sip from the glass and told. "We have been getting fascinated throughout our life and desires are forming. Then, we start to run to fulfill these desires, which will be the so-called life. The run-seeking fun sometimes leads us the tragedies, in which we are getting finished or diverting to another pole of life." He showed his expression with his eyes. "Living without desires is peaceful, but nobody can live without desires, because desires are life. See the horrible trap set by God for us..!"
'Yes God is the great player, not Satan. Maybe this game will be a twist in my life, the twist leading me to the darkness.' I said.
He laughed again. "Don't stay in the darkness, which is the home of Satan."
I thought that funny laughing is a warning to me, the warning of a great tragedy. I spent a little time with him. He spoke about sex and lust related to French tradition and culture.
"We don't have any restrictions or moralities that keep us away from the beauty of life. Enjoying sex, and selling sex is part of our life. Like ancient Greeks and Romans, sex is not a sin for us. This is the pleasure of life, as an energy that induces us to live actively."