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the PORTRAIT of
DORIANA GRAY

For as long as I can remember
I've been living in this chateau,

where everything seems as though it has
never been touched by the outside world.

In the early morning
when I go for walks in the park,

after long, lonely, dreamless nights,

I hear no human voices,
only the laughter of the mocking bird.

What does it remind me of?

This inhuman laugh?

The human being whose life
is so closely linked to mine.

My spitting image,

who has been locked away
in some distant asylum

under medical surveillance,
since her birth.

A shadow
I am equally unable to rid myself of

as my own.

The longing that
has taken hold of me

since I've known
of this girl's existence,

Who outwardly bears
a perfect resemblance to me,

draws me always
to the sea.

For hours on end
I gaze at the still water,

in which I expect to see
reflected the decline of my beauty.

As destiny has
condemned me to idleness.

Waiting has become
my sole occupation.

An eternal too and fro between
lethal boredom

and wild desire

which I will never be able to explain.

I'm not scared of the mirror,

which might reveal
my captivating beauty to be changing.

I'm afraid only of this girl

who seems untouched
by the outside world.

Sister loves Doriana
Go to sleep

Little Doriana

When you're grown
You'll be like Venus

Your breasts will glisten like pearls

On your cool, marble skin

When you're grown you will glide

Down the white, marble staircase

But you won't be a bride
You'll be an old maid

Old maid

Sister loves Doriana

When you're grown
You'll have a little mouth

And snow white legs

But not any man

Come on in.

Good morning my gorgeous,
horny bird of paradise,

with your beautiful, long,
colourful, streaming feathers.

So, did we sleep well last night?

How are you doing?

Awful. How do you expect me to sleep,
when I long to lie in your arms.

- That will pass.
- Never.

No. Stay here.
I beg you to stay.

Don't leave. Stay, look.
Look here, look.

Look, I have a little mound and
a valley deeper than the village well.

And breasts you could
crack an egg on.

But no one to touch it, sister.

My little pussy cat.

I'm afraid I really have to go now.

So kind. Thank you for staying.

I'll come around again, later.

Thank you.

Sister mine
Go to sleep

When you're grown
You'll be like Venus.

My magazine's editorial department
has sent me abroad once again,

in search of extraordinary women
who have extraordinary lives.

The wildest rumours about
a certain Lady Doriana Gray

have spread
all the way to New York.

It was easy to find
the magnificent family estate

the spoiled millionairess lived on,
in complete seclusion.

People are more than eager to tell
an American journalist all they know,

hoping to find their names mentioned
in an international tabloid.

And in this case,
they hope to see a secret unveiled.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Is anyone home?

Hello?

Who's there?
Come on in.

Good morning.

Excuse me for intruding like this,

but the doors were open.

No worries. That's fine.

I'm an editor of Women of Today magazine
I assume you've heard of it?

I don't read magazines.

We're dedicated to
the emancipated women.

- May I ask you a few questions?
- What sort?

Our readers want to know who you are.

Why you, a millionairess, live alone,
as a recluse from the outside world.

That is of no one's concern.

It's ours, because you're
an emancipated woman.

And because our readers know
that you prefer lesbian love.

And that you have succeeded in
barring male influence from your life.

Also the rumours about your mystery
are of great interest.

Your life is said to be linked
to a great secret.

Apparently there is a woman
who has a striking resemblance to you

and who is, even more than you,
secluded from the rest of the world.

Yes, but how is it that
anyone is interested in her?

Is your magazine intent
on her story or mine?

I want to challenge
the assumptions of the tabloids.

To do so, I need facts.

Rumour has it that she is
a twin sister of yours

and is locked away
against her will,

you cannot bear the thought of there
being another person who looks like you.

Whose beauty could be
less fragile than yours.

- Nothing but fairy tales.
- OK but tell me,

Is this girl in the clinic of
the mysterious Dr. Orloff, your sister?

Is she insane?
Is she a nymphomaniac?

Your questions
touch on personal secrets...

Which have cast a shadow
on my life since birth

and become my fate.

Couldn't you be convinced
to answer them for me?

If you decided to stay
for a few day, maybe.

- You'd be my guest.
- Gladly.

Come with me.

Lady Gray...

Permit me a question.
How old are you?

I'm endowed with
an unlimited lust for pleasure,

which is the secret to eternal youth.

You radiate the charm of youth
and the melancholy of experience.

- Most admirable.
- Maybe.

In this book you will find
the detailed history of my ancestors.

In each generation
you will discover the name Doriana.

And always daughters in your family?

- Yes.
- So your name is a tradition?

For centuries it was the name
for a common spirit

blended into one being.

Excuse me, I'm feeling
very tired suddenly.

- Do I talk too much?
- You're used to being alone.

I don't live alone.
I live with my servant Ziros.

But the love of a man
has no appeal for me.

I know only the
bodily desire for women.

- And you gave in?
- Yes, always.

After having finally discovered the
true nature of my sensuality.

The last time,
I don't remember when.

It was a primitive girl.

It had been raining for days.

After the storm had torn me
from my shallow sleep,

I fled from the chateau
and rented a suite in a hotel.

It was midnight. A gust of wind
had blown open the windows.

I lay awake, when suddenly
I heard a knock at my door.

Somebody had obviously
come to the wrong room.

- What is it?
- I'm sorry...

but I somehow had to approach you.

And I thought I might be
successful at this hour. May I come in?

The door is open.

- I hope I'm not intruding?
- No. Please have a seat.

That's very kind of you.

- And what can I do for you?
- I'm an artist.

I have been for 7 years.

I've tried out almost everything.
I was in heaps of porno flicks,

and nude shows
with live banging, you know?

The window, excuse me.

Yeah, and loads of photos.
Hardcore, all different positions.

I really didn't leave
anything untried, as they say..

You've picked the wrong person
I don't do photos.

Obviously that's not
what I was thinking of.

A lady as clever as you,

who owns a huge publishing house
for erotic memoirs

You have a reputation to lose,
Madame Lolita.

Tell me,
we haven't met before?

No, not until right now, but you're
an ambitious bird, and so am I.

And I figure
you could do something for me.

And what would that be?
Do you write erotic memoirs?

You've got to be kidding.

No, I was thinking
of a management position.

But the head
of a publishing house,

he'll want to nail me.

But since you're a lesbian

and I'm a lesbian too,
we might have a deal.

I'll do whatever you want.

Alright. I'll put your abilities
to the test right now.

Will you really
do whatever I want?

- Yes of course.
- Come with me.

Stay where you are, by the curtain
so I can judge your figure.

Come nearer.

That's enough.

OK.
Not that bad at all.

Now get that dreadful dress off.
Come on.

Not bad.

You may come to me now.

Come on.

You want me to
light you up like a match?

You want me to heat your skillet?

It's wonderful to stroke your skin.

And now I'll show you
how horny I can make you.

Yes...

You have the greatest tits
I've ever touched.

They're like marble.

Do you feel me?

I'm gonna make you come.

I'll kiss you.

Yes, kiss me, my sweet.

You must be a witch.

The next morning
a huge scandal erupted at the hotel.

I was about to go see her
to give her a cheque...

and to explain she'd
got the wrong room.

and that I wasn't Madame Lolita.

When I heard she'd
been found in the elevator.

Dead!

No indications of a violent crime.

No signs of physical abuse.

I left the hotel immediately.

In all her crudity...

She was still something of an artist.
She had the ability to serve.

- Do you think she killed herself?
- No.

But that didn't interest me either way.
It was over.

Ziros is a fabulous cook.

Did you enjoy your food?

It wasn�t until I started eating
that I realised how hungry I was.

Thank you. Excuse me.
May I have a glass of water?

Ziros cannot answer you.
He's dumb.

- He can't speak?
- He was a singer in a country

where they cut out his tongue
and locked him in prison.

If your songs of poetry
call for freedom.

But you wanted to find out
something about my twin sister.

At birth
we were virtually separated...

through an operation.

Unfortunately some of
our nerve fibre damaged.

In my case, all my sexual
sensitivity was completely destroyed.

My sister, her mind.

Do you understand now
why I live in such total seclusion?

Yes, to an extent.

Thank you, Ziros.

You're the first person
I've ever confided in.

Tell me, why did
you choose to be a journalist?

Because it allows...

me to...

to meet...

people like you.

People like me?

I want to be alone for an hour.

I'll be in the park.

- Doriana.
- Yes?

Ziros...

darling...

you must help me.

I feel the evil
rising in me again.

My cravings get stronger
the more I give into them.

They're consuming me...

My new force.
I need you.

Sister love

When you're grown up

Then you'll be like Venus

Your breasts will
glisten like pearls

From your cool, marble, white skin

Veils and your blue gown

You'll come gliding
Over the marble, gleaming staircase

But you won't be a bride

You'll be an old maid

An old maid

Sister loves Doriana

Go to sleep

Yes?

Is somebody there?
No?

Your rainbow coloured eyes

Dive into the winding night

Your hands wave like a bird's wing

But they cannot grasp the stars

When you're grown
Then you'll play my breasts

Your cushions soft against your dress

Ziros, my love!

The sun is bright and shining
and I came as quickly as I could.

Finally we'll be able
to make love in the morning.

I trust I didn't understand
your servility towards Lady Doriana.

A weird relationship
you guys have.

As though you had
a mutual skeleton in your closet.

Is that all to offer
the love of your life?

Lighting games?

I suppose romance
doesn't do it any longer.

You just fiddle around
with your electronic contraptions.

You'll end up in the nut house.

You are...

You old fool.

Finally!

You? What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Ziros.

But the real question is:
What are you doing here?"

I came to visit
your servant, your friends!

- Nothing can be said against that!
- No, of course not!

OK?
I find you very attractive.

I'm sorry.
I'm not into women.

Pity.

Really, I don't...

Help me, doc.

- Help me!
- What's wrong?

Come here, nurse.

Who do you want us to help?
Aren't you feeling well?

- You were screaming so loud.
- She came in and we did it right here.

Who?

The gorgeous blonde,
who'll let anybody bang her.

- My dear child...
- She won't be doing it any more.

She bit her to death.

Just a moment.

Get some sleep now.

A massive attack.
Give her some Valium.

We'll help you.

Just relax.

You look sad, Doriana.
Can I do anything for you?

Hardly.

You're probably confusing
sadness with boredom.

Surely you don't know
the tedium which befalls those who...

have everything.

Dreadful.

The only thing I think about
is whether life has wilder pleasures

to offer
than those I already know.

Have you ever considered there might be
something that can't be had for money?

That shouldn't be overrated.

If you had ever known love,
you wouldn't see it that way.

I've know love in all forms...

but I'll be always owed
the one thing I cannot reach.

I hinted at
the calamity of my birth.

That will have to suffice.

I don't believe
you have no hope of finding happiness.

I refuse to accept that.

And you hold the recipe?

You read too many books.

They say love has
nothing to do with bodily satisfaction.

But again and again
I find that to be a cruel lie.

But love should come
naturally to you.

You enchant everyone
with your beauty.

What good does that do?

The poor little thing in the clinic who
lost her mind is better off than I am.

Why should fulfillment
not be possible for you?

I seek in vain...

The bodily fulfillment
I will never be able to achieve.

And what is worse,
I'm fully aware of the fact.

No. I'm certain
she's happier than I am.

When was the last time
you saw her?

The last time?
I never see her

Don't you want to see her?
Or speak to her?

Maybe this is what you're missing.
Maybe this would make you happy.

Why should I be happy
to meet someone

who bears me a perfect likeness?

And yet has no similarity with me,
whatsoever.

You don't wish to meet her
because you are

afraid her beauty could be
less transitory than yours.

You consider yourself
a real intellectual.

Maybe.

I'm not afraid of the
passage of time. Not even that.

Now you'll say any woman
is afraid her beauty might be spoiled.

You're not any woman.
That much I now know.

And I know you're right.
That I should go see her.

And I shall go.

Even if it means a sacrifice?

No matter.
I must finally learn...

To face myself.

Come here,
Sister come to me here.

Come here, come here.

I'm waiting for you,
Come, Doriana.

Doriana, come.

I want to ride
on the ultimate wave.

Doriana...

I knew you would come.

Darling.

There you are.

Sexy thing. Here.

Come.
I'll show you something nice.

I need you.

You look good.

I feel so horny.

Come, come, bird of paradise.

Thank you.
That's nice of you.

You can rest assured,
I won't tell anyone.

I'll keep quiet,
no matter what you do with me.

I'll keep so quiet.

Good thing you're here Lady Gray.
We're concerned about her.

Milady, You have a visitor

Yes.
At last she's here.

It's so good that she's here now

You shouldn't have waited so long.
It's nearly too late...

Doriana.

- Please leave us alone now.
- Call me if you need any help.

Doriana, where were you?

For years I've been hoping
you would finally come

and look yourself in the face.

So you'd understand
that we are inseparable.

Because the pleasures
your loins seek in vain

I invariably feel in mine.

The lethal agony
your victims experience,

is my sensual climax.

I knew that.

And that's why
you decided to come see me?

To inflict vengeance
and agony on me.?

Today through you
I'll experience the desire,

- the joy, the mortal pain?
- So you know what will happen?

I do and I've been waiting for it.

I'll be destroyed. This picture
of blossoming youth will crumble.

Your mirror image.

There's nothing I can do
to prevent you from doing it.

It is the destiny
of all beauty to be destroyed.

and you will finally see me
fulfilled with love and desire.

I... thank you.

And now I want to make love to you.

You're a wonderful person.

Come here.

I'm melting with desire!

Yes.

You're so beautiful.

Here!

Doctor Orloff!

Yes, Lady Gray?

She fell quiet.
I think she may have passed out.

She's suffered a lot lately.

She isn't unconscious!

She's dead!

How refreshing this is.

Someone who'll feel me.

My crazy little sister.

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