Self-Destruction: Les cent vingt jours de Sodome - La tentation

I am just a little sprout germinating in this quagmire of vulgarity. Every day the media impregnates me with depravity. I aspire to the light, but instead I sink into darkness. The darker it is, the easier it is to be a star. But in our world, people only notice the bad. So I illuminate their gaze with my corrupted mind. I never took men seriously and changed them like clothes. And I am not Marina Abramovic, who has nine orgasms. I'm the tenth orgasm men have when they look at me. You say that in this world - everything is made for convenience. But why haven't I found a man who can handle me yet? Tonight I'll be without panties again. And you'll be looking at my long, pale legs. You'll be mentally desiring me. Imagine touching my thin neck with your strong hands. Tonight I'll be an innocent girl who doesn't know what true love is. A "real man" will want to take advantage of my inexperience while I take advantage of his wallet. Because I don't love anyone but myself. And I fall lower and lower. My flight has no bottom. The world is full of illusions, and my available body is one of them. He thought he had defeated me, but the game of sex was with my inner devils. I got away with it and his 'water' was left on his jeans. Welcome to the 120 days of Sodom, creature.