An Afternoon at Roissy: Part Twelve
When Anais and Faustine got back to the table, Faustine sat there, silently, sulking. Little Quay came over and said, “Would mademoiselle like for me to pour her some more wine?” Faustine looked at her and looked at the lace-like covering of the top of Quy’s dress. She noticed that beneath the lace, there was nothing to the dress and Quy’s brown nipples were visible. Then she looked over at Binh and noticed her nipples were also visible beneath the lace of her dress. She thought to herself, “Hmmm, no bras. Perhaps Anais was correct. Perhaps the women who are our waitresses are prostitutes, but as ‘foreigners’ they have probably been trafficked here.” (Never mind that both Quy and Binh were born in France to immigrants).
The three men’s conversation had moved on to the situation in Iran, and they were largely ignoring Faustine and Anais, who had noticed the look on Faustine’s face and whispered, “See I told you so.”
Faustine replied, “But they probably didn’t choose to be here, nor are they likely to be the lovers of any man I see here.”
Anais sighed. She tapped Gerard on the sleeve and said, “Would you ask one of the girls to bring the ‘Album’ over. I think Faustine would like to see it.” Old Cyril heard the remark and waved Quy over, saying, “Please bring the mademoiselle the album.” Quy curtsied and scurried away.
She returned momentarily with a heavy, embossed leather album and placed it in front of Faustine.
Remember, Each girl who came to Roissy – whether as a personal slave or one of the free prostitutes had her photograph taken – in fact several photos – for the ‘Album’ as it was called. Each girl had a ‘page’ in the album with a photo of her face and one or two others showing her figure, partially unclothed or more likely completely nude. Most of the photos were in relatively good taste, but some were quite obscene.
Faustine opened the book. There on the first page in four languages were the words: “Welcome to Chateau Roissy. Following are photos and text about our slaves. If you wish one to be your companion, just ask. She will not refuse.” After reading this, she looked over at Cyril and said, “It refers to slaves. Are the women here really slaves?”
Gerard interrupted, “No, of course not in the sense you mean. No woman is being held here against her will. All the women here came willingly.”
Faustine then casually flipped through the pages of the album. She first noticed the entry for Quy. There was the photo of her face, then one in the same type of dress that she was wearing today, and one of her completely nude, taken from the rear, with Quy looking over her shoulder and a coy look on her face. Faustine remarked, “Why, here is the page for our waitress.” Hearing this, Quy grinned and said, “Yes. It’s me.”
Anais then began flipping pages as Faustine watched. She found the page she wanted, pointed to it and said to Faustine, “Here we are. This is the page for a girl called O. Look at her photos and read what it says about her.” Again, a head shot, and a photo of O in a dress like the one Quy was wearing. And then one of her completely nude, staring straight ahead, her feet slightly spread, with the heavy ring piercing her labia and the pendant hanging from it clearly visible. Faustine read aloud what it said about the girl in the photo. “Here is O, slave to Sir Stephen, pierced and branded, well trained mouth, should be whipped.”
When Faustine finished reading, Anais said, “There are others like that. It’s not that uncommon here.”
But before she could say anything else, there was the sound of a loud gong.
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