On the scandalous events, which took place in the mid-15th century in the domains of the Count of Armagnac....She was La Bella. Even worse, Dangereuse. She excited flesh and ruined souls in the blink of an eye. Or was it him ruining her? Who cared now, everything had lost its meaning. There was only her, white-skinned, green-eyed, with poison on her lips and bitterness in her blood. He took her in his arms. She was so tiny, so slender, with such thin, translucent fingers that would bruise from his kisses alone. She was la mia costa. His own rib. The sin united them wickedly in its sweet bitterness, in bitter sweetness. La Bella was bitter, Dangereuse was sweet, and he was insane. It would be so a thousand times until hell swallowed them. Who knows, their sin could be so great that even in hell there would be no place for them...