Once upon a time there was a very handsome prince, who lived in a very beautiful castle, inhabited by very beautiful women. The prince wanted for nothing, and it was well known throughout the small village surrounding the castle that the women who lived with the prince were well paid for their service to him. To be asked by the prince to be a part of his household was the greatest honor any family could receive for their daughters, and many of those daughters did whatever outlandishly improper thing they could do to be asked.

The prince’s exploits with the women of the village were so vast and perverse that they had become legendary throughout the land. Women wanted him and men revered him. The prince could do no wrong in his wicked ways. He was selfish in his love-making, leaving the women whimpering and desperately wanting with the need of release after he spent his seed inside them.

He cared very little for their pleasure, and the women had been shown begging for sexual release would be at their peril. The prince had no qualms about throwing the women housed under his roof into the frigid cold without a shred of clothing to protect them from the elements. His own pleasure was the only thing worthy of his concern.

One night as the prince was leaving the village tavern in a horribly drunken state, he came across one of the young women of the village. She was freezing, wearing nothing but a muslin dress without a shawl.