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Gather around!

Gather around!

Gather around, gentlemen!

We have some of the most beautiful girls

at the most unbeatable prices from Greece,

Egypt and Africa.

Let us talk about this gorgeous creature.

Her name is Katanga and she's been brought all the way

to Athens from the Ivory Coast.

She's been taught to perform the wildest dances

to the rhythm of the pounding drums.

And her sexual talents are second only

to those of Aphrodite, our Goddess of love.

Look at these legs, gentlemen.

Look at these legs, gentlemen!

Can you imagine them wrapped around your waist and wiggling with

the passion of the animals of her native jungle!

Come on, gentlemen!

Who shall start the bidding in 100 pieces of silver?

100 pieces of silver, gentlemen!

- 100.

- 150 pieces of silver!

150.

150.

150.

175.

175.

Come on, 200 pieces of silver.

200 pieces.

275.

275, we have.

275.

Good, good, good, good.

It's 200 now 300.

300 pieces.

300 pieces of silver.

- 350.

- 350.

350.

375.

375.

400 pieces.

400 pieces of silver.

450.

450.

450 pieces of silver.

450.

475.

475.

- 500.

- And sold for 500 pieces of silver.

And now, gentlemen, the pearl of my collection,

the incomparable Sappho!

A meal--

- 200!

- Prince or even a God.

Come closer, gentlemen

and hold between your trembling fingers this tender

yet so firm young breast.

Ah, no, be careful not to bruise her!

For her skin is as delicate as a ripe summer peach.

Who will start the bidding in 500 pieces of gold?

Come on.

500.

500.

- 600 pieces of gold.

- 600.

600.

700.

700.

- 750 pieces of gold!

- You don't have the tool to plow

such fertile ground anymore.

- 800 pieces of gold.

800.

800.

900 pieces.

900.

900.

900.

1,000 pieces of gold!

1,100 pieces of gold!

- 1,200 pieces of gold!

- 1,200 pieces of gold.

1,200 going once, going twice--

- 2,000 pieces of gold.

- Sold!

- What in Zeus' name is keeping Antiochus?

He should have been back ages ago with a new slave.

- But remember, Aphrodite, he's the only mortal

who we can send down to Athens and his legs don't have

too much strength left anymore to climb Mount Olympus.

- Welcome to Mount Olympus, beautiful one.

What is your name?

- My name is Sappho, from the island of Crete.

And I await your pleasure?

- We are ready, mistress.

- Very well.

We shall attend to this personally.

Slaves can leave the room.

First, we shall make you more presentable

to receive the honor bestowed upon you,

namely, to make love to me and my brother Apollo.

Very beautiful indeed.

I am pleased and I'm sure my brother Apollo

will feel the same.

Well, since he's not here with us yet,

we shall start without him.

Come on, lovely.

My bed is waiting for us.

- That's not fair!

We wanted to watch!

- If we be really careful, we can look through the curtain.

- Yes!

- Oh, my little Cynthia!

Oh, that's a good dog!

Where's Aphrodite, Cynthia?

That's a good dog!

Hey, go on the other room!

Go on!

That's a good dog!

- Must be Apollo.

Let's hide.

- Good, Cynthia.

- Apollo!

You, beautiful beast!

Oh, that was a sneaky one!

Oh, don't let me stop youl!

- Who is this charming creature, Aphrodite?

Why don't you get off her for a minute?

Let me feast my eyes on her beautiful bod.

By Zeus' hairy chest!

She is as beautiful as any girl I've seen.

What is your name, beautiful one?

- My name is Sappho.

- Are you by any chance from the island of Crete?

- Apollo, shut up and do it to me a little faster!

Oh, come on!

Come on!

Oh, come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

- By Zeus' crotch!

She is as delightfully tight as a virgin.

My lovelies, I can go on like this forever.

Good morning to you, Sappho.

Good morning, Sappho.

The slave will show you the way.

Did you know that girl is the daughter of the king of Crete?

I wonder how she happened to be sold into slavery.

Well, let's send her back to her father.

- You're joking!

She's the best slave we had in weeks.

- Nevertheless, you know our laws, even if she doesn't.

If Zeus should learn that we have the princess

of Crete as slave, he'll send us in exile down to Greece

for at least a year.

- Oh, Apollo, most handsome god of the Olympus

please, sweetheart, let me keep her just a little longer.

Please.

- Well, all right.

But remember, wait for me next time before you start.

- Sappho.

Sappho.

Wake up.

- Paris!

What are you doing here?

- Hush my love, I've come to take you back to your father.

And then to Troy to become my wife.

- Oh, but how did you find me?

- I've been looking for you all over Greece

until I saw in the slave market in Athens.

I tried to buy you but I didn't have enough money.

So I followed you to the Mount Olympus

and hid until night time.

And here I am.

- Oh, Paris, I love you!

- By Zeus' mighty balls!

What's going on in here?

- Apollo, please, do not be angry.

This is Paris, Prince of Troy.

He has come to take back to my father.

- You, a slave!

- She can't be a slave to you, Apollo.

She's the daughter of Nearchus, king of Crete.

- I see.

Then everything is different, isn't it?

Welcome to Olympus, Prince Paris.

This has been an unfortunate misunderstanding, I assure you.

Tell you what, why don't you and little Sappho

spend the night here.

And tomorrow we shall celebrate your presence

with a superb feast.

Come on!

Wake up!

I gotta talk to you.

Now that I got a rival of sorts

that changes lots of things.

- Well, we got to get rid of Paris

and keep Sappho to ourselves.

And screw Zeus!

I got it!

Tomorrow, during the feast, I want you to put stuff

in his wine.

- And if this doesn't work, we'll try something else.

- There's something I have to ask you, Sappho.

- I'm afraid I was expecting it.

It's about Apollo and Aphrodite, isn't it?

- Did you have to...

I mean, did they force you to...?

- They didn't force me to do anything, Paris.

Oh, what a mess!

I have been awful to you, my love.

You see, I knew of their laws

and I could have told them who I was

when I learned they were gods, but...

I was curious about them and their reputations.

Sol...

- I see.

I mean, I understand, Sappho.

Don't cry.

As long as you still love me, it's still a part of the past.

- Oh, Paris!

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

- Mmm, I'm horny this morning!

- I beg of you, my lady, give me your protection.

- Antiochus, what's going on here?

- I beg your pardon, mistress, but it seems this slave

has run away from her master, who, by the way,

bought her yesterday at the market.

He's waiting at the bottom of the hill

afraid to come any closer.

- Tell me, my child, what has he done to you?

- It is actually what he hasn't done to me.

Since yesterday he hasn't touched me once yet.

All he wants to do is stare at me and smell me around

my most private parts.

I ask you, my lady, is that anyway to treat a slave?

- He must be some kind of freak

or perhaps he doesn't like your body.

- But look at my wares, my lady.

And stroke my skin.

Aren't they worthy of the attention of any mortal?

- Mmm, very nice indeed.

Very smooth and so black and warm.

I can understand how fascinating it can be

to a lot of people.

Antiochus, give the man 500 pieces of silver

and run him out.

We shall give this girl our protection.

Go, my child, Antiochus will show you to your quarters.

- Thank you.

You're kind, my mistress.

I will do my best to please you in any way that you wish.

- Why not?

I understand you haven't really lived

until you try one of them.

- Pray, tell, little Sappho, how you happened

to be sold into slavery.

- Well, my father and the king of Mykonos were waging a war

against each other.

And even though my father won, with the help of Paris

and his army, during the last battle I was abducted

by a group of enemy soldiers.

They deserted the battlefield and later on sold me

to a rich Egyptian merchant.

I was fortunate enough to escape but I was later caught,

taken to Athens and sold to the local slave trader.

And that's where Antiochus finally caught me.

- That must have been a terrible ordeal.

Oh, there's the new slave!

Let's see what she has to offer!

- I want more wine!

- I think you had enough, my love.

- I suggest he go to bed.

Don't you think so, Apollo?

- Mm-Hm.

- You and Apollo stay here watching Katanga dance.

I'll take Paris to his room.

- But...

- I stay.

Are you going to deprive me of your company?

Run along, Aphrodite.

We'll stay here.

- SO young.

It's a pity you should die.

- No!

Please, leave us alone!

Paris?

Paris?

Paris!

Paris.

I'm here, my love.

Everything will be all right.

- I hope you've had a pleasant night, Paris.

You know, the vines of Mount Olimpus

produce a treacherous wine.

Many strangers are not accustomed to its strength.

Sappho, it's a good thing you don't drink.

- Thank you for your concern, Aphrodite.

It was actually a rather pleasant experience

until I passed out and wasn't able to show Sappho

how much I love her.

- There will be other times, I'm sure.

Why don't you and Sappho join us later on.

Perhaps we could go riding in the countryside.

- Katanga, listen to me.

My father is very rich and powerful,

and he will reward you generously for your help.

- You seem to be a nice girl, Katanga.

I had noticed it already when we were sold together

to the slave trader.

And you are the only one who can help us.

- We want to get out of here.

I can't tell you the reasons, but trust us.

You will not be hurt by the gods.

And furthermore, we shall give you anything you want:

jewels, money, anything.

- But what will I have to do?

- Leave and meet us at the base of Mount Olimpus.

I'll give you 500 pieces of silver to hire a boat.

Wait for us there and we shall take you to Crete.

Also hire a messenger and tell him to be as swift

as the wind and when he reaches Troy to tell King Priam

to sacrifice virgins and burn incense to Zeus

so that he may look upon our misfortunes.

Also tell the messenger that the most beautiful slave girl

in the palace shall spend the night with him

and care to his every wish.

Will you do this?

- But I don't want money or jewels.

I want my freedom.

I want to go back to my people in Africa.

- Then I swear by all the gods you will.

- Then I shall help you.

- Go to the chest and take the bag of coins.

And I beg of you, make sure no one sees you leave.

The gods will not fool us any longer.

With her help we shall be out of here

and sailing to Crete before noon.

- I see.

We shall play a little cat and mouse game with these three.

That has to be fun.

- No.

No.

Don't.

Please, stop.

You're hurting me.

Please.

Stop.

- Paris, look!

- Poor Katanga.

She didn't stand a chance.

Come on, let's go.

All right!

Apollo, I curse you!

I curse you!

And I challenge you to a duel!

I curse you!

Where are you?

- Right here.

What were you saying, dear Paris?

- Apollo, please, spare him, I beg of you!

- Pick up the sword.

Put it in its scabbard.

- Aphrodite!

Goddess of love.

Can't you see?

Paris will die because he loves me!

Save him, I beg of you!

- I'm behind you, my love.

Apollo, we'd better have a conference.

This is getting out of hand.

I realize Sappho was a great piece,

but we're gonna get in trouble with Zeus.

- How could you have the audacity to prefer Paris to me?

It's beyond my comprehension.

And yet, if I kill him, she will be lost to us forever.

- I think I have a solution.

Paris and Sappho will be the eternal lovers

unless we use our godly powers

and find another woman for Paris.

And I think I know just to that woman.

- First, I want to teach Paris that a mortal doesn't fool

with gods like us.

We're going to rape that delicious little Sappho

right before his eyes.

Then I want you to tease him until he's so hot

and bothered that he begs for relief

Antiochus, bring him in!

- After that, I'll take advantage of his weakness

to follow our plan.

- All right, Antiochus, leave us.

Now, Paris, watch!

When I am finished with you...

Listen closely, Paris!

When I am finished with you, my sweet,

there won't be one single opening in your body

that I wouldn't have violated.

And it will hurt.

I promise you that!

- I curse you, you bastard!

- Please, Apollo, not like that!

It's gonna hurt!

I can't stand it!

It's gonna hurt!

- That's right!

- Don't tell me Paris has never done that to you!

Paris.

Paris, wake up!

I have come to help you.

Paris.

- Haven't you already brought enough misery

upon two lovers you were supposed to protect

by the law of the gods?

Traitorous goddess.

Sure as I already cursed your incestuous brother.

- Listen to me, Paris.

I have decided to repay you for your sufferings.

If you trust in me now, I will give you a greater love

than you could ever find with Sappho.

- I have no need for your favors.

All I want is Sappho.

I beg you to let us go in peace.

And we'll worship you in your temple of Troy

to the rest of our lives.

- Don't be a fool, Paris.

Infatuated with your mistress and have no desire

to let you take her away from here.

But you can be free if you only listen to me.

- Bullshit!

I'd rather die than leave her at the mercy of your lust.

- All right, Paris.

You had your chance.

Now I'll have to use another method of persuasion.

Look at it!

You have no will anymore, Prince of Troy.

Your mind is overcome by my words.

There is a woman in Greece who is the most beautiful

of all the mortals.

Her name is Helen.

She's the wife of Menelaus, king of Sparta.

Let me tell you of her beauty.

Her skin is as warm and golden as a summer afternoon.

Her breasts large enough to fill your hands

and yet as firm under your touch

as if you were holding a dove.

Her legs are long and graceful as the columns of my temples.

And she holds below her waist all a man could ever want.

She will carry you into an everlasting state

of voluptuous sensations.

You are falling in love with her, Paris.

You can't wait to cry with passion

under the strength of your virility.

Tomorrow, you will leave for that city.

When she sees you, she will fall madly in love with you.

You will then take her away and bring her to Troy.

You will fall in love.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

- Have a pleasant journey, Paris.

At least Sappho is still asleep.

So you won't have to bother telling her about your decision.

I'm glad my sister opened up your eyes

in the pleasures and opportunities of this world.

There are so many women, SO many.

There will be only one woman: Helen.

- There's a horse and supplies waiting for you

at the bottom of the hill.

We had Antiochus prepare everything for you this morning.

- I won't need much, believe me.

- Go and may your journey be peaceful.

- Paris.

Oh, Paris!

Paris!

Wait for me!

- I'm leaving.

Alone.

- Paris, what is happening?

Why are you leaving me here?

- I love another woman.

- No!

Paris.

Paris!

- I don't want you anymore.

You understand?

I don't love you anymore!

- Come on, lovely.

He never deserved you, anyway.

- We're going to do everything we can to make your stay here

as pleasant and happy as possible.

You'll see.