"Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre, Et mon sein, où chacun s'est meurtri tour à tour, Est fait pour inspirer au poète un amour Eternel et muet ainsi que la matière."

Why is a nipple slip so exciting? And the expectation of a nipple slip? Is it because a secret of the beauty is about to be unveiled? And this is more powerful than the beauty itself?

Beauty and suffering, why do they sometimes walk together? Why the victim's expression of despair is so ravishing, perfectly matched with her cruelly bent body, the move of her arms and the grip of her hands?

Love so much her hand delicately posed on her tormentor's forearm...