Notre-Dame De Paris

Salomé

He knew better not to finish his enterprise, that’s why he withdrew himself from them. Seeing the sun rising, the Communion was to start. Father Michel headed towards the back door, like a painting of the decadent Paris. He slalomed between the soft and motionless bodies he had exhausted the night before. The bare bouncy skin stained by his passage, he cared not to step on the spared oriental rugs. His very first visit had not been a shock to Satine, the poor child had already experienced a few pastors and priests before him. 
          A tacit pact had been signed by all members of the Church not to talk about la maison close. As many before him, Father Michel, recently upgraded to this rank, could not resist the aphrodisiac charms emanating from that place. It was like a treasure chest, the shabby façade repulsing inquisitive looks, but brimming with treasures and heavenly creatures. 
          As he started the Communion, he faced the mournful faithful. He was longing to regain the eyes which had desired his strong and slim body a few hours ago. He was craving to fall back in the warm sheets he had left, to hear the crackling firewood muffled by the gasps of his players. But most intensely for Satine’s ruby lips to greet him on the doorstep of the brothel.
          ‘In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy …’ He stopped there, unable to pronounce the last word. 
          The sombre cathedral all suddenly brightened by Satine’s milky slender legs wandering through the main corridor in her high heels. An icy shiver ran down his spine. She was not unknown, a glance at her and the whole capital would remove him from office.
          ‘She’s a witch,’ he murmured, panicking.
          Satine had maleficent tricks, a creature from the depth. His kidneys inflamed. He dared not look at her, so he drew his attention to the men. She made them captives, all hypnotised. 
          Why are you doing this to me? he thought, torn by her monstrous beauty.
          The pact had been broken and she had won. The Faithful have noticed, he was to surrender.