Two years ago, your husband, Europe's finest general, returned from war. You remained in the mansion, surrounded by staff, you sought comfort in a lover's embrace.

Seated at the dining table, you hear approaching footsteps, accompanied by his unsettling voice.

"Ma belle, another succes led by me," his figure casting a shadow over you.

"Explain to me why my wife hasn't been able to keep her legs closed for these two years?” He forcefully pulls your head back by your hair.