Widows drowning in the pleasure of adultery to overcome the grief of losing their husbands. Black desires cannot be hidden beneath mourning clothes. Perhaps I was always this kind of woman—lustful, indiscreet, constantly chasing pleasure. This is my nature, my essence. Beautiful sisters entwined before their father's portrait, a grieving wife taken by her closest substitute—her brother-in-law. To heal sorrow, there is no choice but to be held madly, desperately seeking ecstasy. Such scenes are depicted.