[ Lights illuminates a narrow corridor. Vase is sitting on a papal chair in the middle, dressed as a nun , bubbling a Shisha and surrounded by smoke. There are three locked doors , marked C , V , and D . ].
— Vase : ( while puffing ) Where am I ? . The last thing I remember is when the Sistine Chapel started to shake. Could it be an earthquake ? . Did Vesuvius awaken again ? . ( looking around) Why are the walls painted in cool red ? . Which door shall I open first ? ( she walks towards door C and knocks. A voice from the inside shouts “ Entra “ . Vase opens the door and sees a handsome man lying on a chaise longue, listening to Mozart music . ( He is Mr. C . ) .
— Mr. C : “ Tu chi sei ? . Qui êtes vous ? Who are you ? “ .
— Vase : “ I’m the woman from the Corridor. I got lost . I’m in a state of shock . Need to talk to someone. “ .
— Mr. C : “ Tu me plaît. I like you . Come and sit by my side , next to my rib . (She sits reluctantly.) “ .
— Vase : You look familiar. Did we meet somewhere ? . “.
— Mr. C : “ Don’t think so . I am vintage . I date from a very long time, yet I never felt hungry or thirsty . “
— Vase: “ What’s your name ? .
— Mr. C : “ I have many pen names. You may call me Count of Como or Chevalier of Nova , which ever name suits you . “ .
— Vase : “ Are you related to Count Dracula , Count de Monte Cristo , or Maurice Chevalier ? . “
— Mr. C : “ To none , but I have royal blood through bodily contacts . “
— Vase: “ Have you ever been married ? “ .
— Mr. C : “ Never. God forbid . I believe in Celibacy and the pursuit of pleasure. All my time was devoted in chasing a skirt and make my conquest happy . What about you ? . “
— Vase : “ Poor me . I had many illicit affairs, and my lovers left me in pains . Once , I was married to a tyrant and he showed me hell. He controlled my liberty , freedom and even my thinking. Pleasure in sex can suddenly change to pain . He used to come prematurely and left me in pain since my desires were never fulfilled. I never experienced a climax . What about you ? . “
— Mr. C : “ Oh dear. Oh dear . As to myself , when I saw my endowment, I felt an urge to chase women and make them happy , both physically and intellectually.Being an adventurous, I was most aroused when they were married . I used to start with platonic flirtation , to gain their trust . I had many short but not serious liaisons. I listened attentively to their silly blabbering talk . “
— Vase : “ You’re so direct and honest. You inspire confidence. “ .
— Mr. C : “ You are different. You have wit and beauty. I like to be your soul mate , and perhaps , one day, put parts together to make a whole baby . A mindless woman is quickly tossed away by her lover , once he enjoys her body . Words of love must not be spoken but implied. Only a fool makes his love known . “ .
— Vase: “ I had four men in my life. Louis , Napoleon, Jack and Adolph . “.
— Mr. C : “ I thought only married men can have four wives ! . Having four will not make you more fruitful . The World is already overpopulated. ‘ Fellow fucks , female fecund , must stop . “ .
— Vase : “ They we’re lovers over a period of time . I am barren , without child . “ .
— Mr. C : “ You are like a flower . You have a pistil ovary , but not a stamen organ . We are both alike . Not good for the survival of our planet . “.
— Vase : “ Look at what’s happening now . Many divorces for trivial reasons. children abandoned. They will grow to be a blessing or a curse to their parents. The family bond is broken . Most leave , never to return. Perhaps , only the daughter stays attached to the umbilical cord. “ .
— Mr. C : “ If you love someone , they must reciprocate , otherwise it’s not love , but lust for the flesh . Once desire is sated , they leave . As Pascal said : ‘ The heart has its reasons , which reason itself does not know .”
— Vase : “ And they say ,’ its better to have loved and suffered , than never to have loved at all. “ .
— Mr. C : “ Shakespeare also said ‘ All creatures in the world, through love exist , and lacking love , lacks all that may persist . Only a blind fool cannot see love as it should be seen . “
— Vase :” What has been your last amorous conquest ? “ .
— Mr.C : “ At 50 , I met Irene . Long black hair , covering her derrière. Pear-shaped tits , with pearls , dangling from her nipples . Inviting lips to be kissed . Nippy lips at the entrance of her Vagina , studded with diamonds. And a Golden Gate Bridge separating her upper legs. She had a young daughter , qui m’a plut , and who did not reject my caresses. “ .
— Vase : “ Here and stop. How dare you molest innocent children . ? “.
— Mr. C : “ I did nothing . I brushed off her coquettish coquetterie , and when she became of age , I introduced her to a jet setter. They married and I became her guardian . “
— Vase : “ Still it’s disgustingly disgraceful. I have to leave . [ She goes to Room V , furiously bangs at the door and goes in . She finds another good looking, tall man , sitting on a sofa , dressed in black , and playing with a deco dildo . ]. .
— Mr. V : “ You filled me with fear but I didn’t know where to flee. What’s your problem ? Come . Cool down and let’s yak.”.
— Vase : “ I’m sorry. I just run away from a weird mad man in room C . I think he suffers from sexual repression. An id of unnatural passions. He has a libido sex desire to fornicate . “ .
— Mr. V : “ Never met him . Most men are the same . Gone are the days of innocent flirtations . A happy, mutual union , in a conjugal manner, with procreation in mind . “
— Vase : “ You seem to be a good man . Tell me more about yourself . “ .
— Mr.V : “ I am the son of a Sheik , and ride horses in the Egyptian desert . I mingle with High Society. I am a self made man . I rose from a humble milieu to stardom . Women never reciprocated my love . I didn’t care a damn fuck . I was caught in a love triangle and labeled a gigolo . “ .
— Vase: “ We are both so similar. I also had a ménage à trois liaison . Are you married ? . “ .
— Mr. V : Only once . Her name is Natacha . She had a naughty dog . Each time we engaged in foreplay , her dog used to join in by licking my ass . “ .
— Vase : “ Don’t worry . You’re still seductive. You’ll find your match eventually. Your women lacked emotions and passions. They lack hormones in their bodily makeup .”
— Mr.V : “ Quite true . I never saw their nostrils enlarge , or their heartbeat increase . They gave me high blood pressure, and accused me of being gay .“
— Vase:” At least , you kept your pride . Like Adam , you have tasted the sweetness of your sweethearts before your fall. I have to go . Was nice talking to you . [ before she leaves, she gives him a dollar , and goes to Room D . She knocks . No answer . She enters . She sees a man , pacing the floor and mumbling in a mumbo-jumbo manner. ] .
— Vase :” Hi . Who are you , and what are you doing ? . “
— Mr. D : “ Shut up . I am a romantic dreamer. Let me concentrate. I am trying to solve the mystery of women . I want to see beyond their bodies ,by penetrating their souls.” .
— Vase : “ You must have been badly hurt by them . What have they done to you , poor creature ? “ .
— Mr. D : “ No one can hurt me . I am immune to pain . What do you know of a great love , you fool ? . “
— Vase : “ I know that real love is sacred . Worthy to live and die for . It’s like a magnet, forcing two people in love to merge into one , on equal basis ,and with reciprocal feelings . “ .
— Mr. D : “ You’re wrong . The ideal love is between friends, regardless of gender . Women marry a man ,either for fame , or if he has a large bank account ,and live to regret it. Women are too complicated to be understood. Angels when happy , and inspire you to love them . But when angry , they become devils and demonize your demeanor. They hide their innate intimate feelings and leaves you wondering whether they really love you or not . “ .
— Vase : “ I disagree. Only , if you are a libertine and seek pleasure elsewhere . Don’t look for her body faults . Nose like Don Quixote. Neck like a giraffe .Look into her inner beauty. Let her shine like the sun ,and she’ll cover you with her full moon at night . Inhale her perfume , and In her inner ear, whisper warm words of love , and like a chocolate, she’ll melt in delight . Like a flower , make her love blossom ,and not wither and die . Tell me , where do you come from ? . “ .
— Mr. D: “ I was conceived in Vitro , by an inventive surrogate . I am not happy with my body . I once considered suicide , to escape from my pain . I wanted to liberate my invisible soul , which is a prisoner of my body , and which can only escape ,when I commit suicide and die . Are you comfortable with your body , and do you have any regrets ? . “
— Vase : “ When , I first lost my virginity , happy hormones invaded my body , triggering a glow in my skin and tenderness in my parts .The only regret is that I lost it to the wrong guy. I should have waited .” .
— Mr. D: “ Go . Go. Leave me alone . Let me dream my fantasy. . “ [ She leaves and she walks back slowly to her chair ,as if sleep walking . She finds a book on her seat , with the title ‘ Lovers throughout the Centuries’ . Lights goes off . When they are back , Vase is sitting on the Papal chair , In the Sistine Chapel , reading the Book . Suddenly she screams].
— Vase: “ Oh my God . What a nightmare . I’ve been to hell and back . In room G , I met Giacomo Casanova , the womanizer from Venice , who died In 1798. In room V , I met , Rudolph Valentino , the great Latin lover ,and sex symbol of the 1920’s , who died in 1926. And in room D , I met the legendary fictional character Don Juan . What a bad Dream .
The End .