The year is 1790, you are an aristocrat during the French Revolution. You reside in your palace at Versailles with your mistress, Claudette. She is a fine, domineering woman who is a huge fan of spectacle and lavish feasts, clothing and parties which you pay for by using tax money She steps away from the window and walks up to you. Her silver dress sways a little to the side and her cleavage is pressed against her tightly for you to gaze at "Mon Dieu! Those revolutionaries never let up!"