Good evening. We are now broadcasting "Porn-Sensuality at Court," featuring sexual effects and situations between Jean Claude and the stunning Cassandra. Viewing is recommended for adults only.- Cassandra
Paris, 1794. The French capital, the unconscious bastion of the Bourbon dynasty's ancien régime, begins to crumble inexorably, beaten and violently lashed by the revolutionary horde of bourgeois, peasants, sans-culottes, commoners, and the populace in general. The nobility barricaded in sparkling golden mansions, palaces, villas, and castles flirting with the heavenly model of Versailles, surrenders defenselessly to the attack of the Third Estate. Yet, in a mysterious, perhaps even fantastic and imaginary locus amoenus, a cheerful family of barons, baronesses, and baronets seems unaffected by the flames and stormed Bastilles and relentlessly continues to (survive)live as if nothing happened, unaware, indifferent to a future made of guillotines, coal, atomic bombs, and bayonets.
In this suburb similar to Versailles, the luxurious mansion of the last mentioned blue bloods shines with its own light, the light of the gold they surround themselves with and are proud of; the water mirrors it faces are clean and transparent, never sullied by the grime of Parisian banlieues and the proletariat to come. Yet, the peace and serenity that dwell outside betray the obvious expectation of an internal-domestic counterpart, the latter dominated by strange little men and bizarre human masks: rooms, corridors, dining halls where a beautiful young gentleman, Jean Claude, is perpetually at odds with the haughty Mother, a classy lady who alternates the serious life of the palace with the frivolous fashion shows of Jean-Paul Gaultier. Meanwhile, the same son, when not engaged in making up Barbie dolls or attending sewing lessons, approaches tenderly with subjects of the caliber of Batman, Darth Vader, Robin Hood, Diabolik, and Wonder Woman. And he dances, gleefully, with the disco dance tunes of Paola&Chiara alias stepsisters Iris and Patrizia.
Yes, because within this brilliant example of post-litteram feudalism coexist past, present, and future, and the chrono-biological clock seems to have stopped who knows how many centuries ago: in moments of "freedom," Mother shops at Esselunga (receiving as change some funny fake trinkets that she promptly gifts to the heir, passing them off as high fashion clothes and exquisite tailoring accessories - like the python belt of Kylie Minogue or Gucci glasses), visits Gianni, the best hairdresser in (her) kingdom, buys properties, participates (unwittingly) in Candid Camera, tries to entice some pretty boy of similar rank. But Jean Claude also keeps busy, traveling as a good globetrotter around the world with the airline SensualitAir, taking Mother to the movies to see Bloody Pigs and above all, crafting for her "inventions," all connected by the presence of "stabilized ion" in the patent.
However, it was mentioned how this kingdom is not so peaceful and serene. A slew of problems and controversies weigh on the palace walls, starting with the age-old battle between Jean Claude and Mother, the former reluctant to marry the wicked and perverse (and perpetually dressed in white) countess Cassandra, lover of double entendres and "nobilesque" rendezvous. Every dialogue between the young baron and the lively lady (who stubbornly pretends to be a sixteen-year-old) always concludes with a laughable quarrel between the two, culminating with the son's punishment (usually some material deprivation, like taking away the Britney Spears clogs or the firming cream) and the latter's escape, driven to tears, towards his true "lovers," Batman-Renato, Darth Vader-Stefano, Diabolik-Armando, and Robin Hood-Titti, who unfortunately are unable to satiate the needs and depression of the virile "young baron" and inevitably end up being slain by his incompetence. Not even the wise Godmother manages to console him, going so far (along with the digital terrestrial audience) to cause him to lose his life with wrong amulets and tricks or leading him to untrustworthy third parties (the relentless Rastafarian sage). With the conversion to "true" virility and the promise to Diana-Wonder Woman (a Sorbonne of Pisa graduate and connoisseur of the most varied physical-mechanical theories, especially the Enghelfrais theory), Jean Claude will be able to modify slightly his rapport with the court and will recognize his paternity in Pippo, a strange individual dying of Tartarus and who foresees the rise of his wife, Mother indeed, to an internationally renowned multimedia pop star.
And it doesn't end here...
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