Emmanuelle IV Page #2

That's right.

See?

That's good.

Kiss him.

Don't forget that it's your kisses

that disclose your desires.

With your lips you tell him

how you'd like to be touched.

Your favorite spots,

the way he should take you.

No, softly.

Touch him softly.

Let him take you.

Yes, come on.

You should learn

how to hold back your desire.

Slow it down

for even more pleasure.

Let go, to guide his passion.

Stay in control,

or you will succumb too fast.

Here we are

at the transfer of powers.

Yes, I've made a masterpiece

out of her body.

Good luck, Dona.

Her spirit is yours.

Come, Emmanuelle, you still

have to learn to live again,

with this new body of yours,

thanks to Dr. Santano's magic.

I'll have someone pick up

your luggage.

Stay calm. You must rest.

You are still frail.

I have only one wish, Dona:

My freedom.

But you may do as you wish.

- And what if I decide to?

Decide to do what?

- To make love to all of Brazil.

So I offend you.

- No, you don't offend me.

I'm here to listen and help,

not to judge you.

If you find me pretty, tell me.

I need it, you know.

- Yes, objectively, you're pretty.

What does that mean?

Do you never get involved?

Instead of answering,

you avoid it every time.

That's not my business.

I'm not here to talk about myself.

We have the same age.

Answer me,

do you find me pretty?

We'll have to go now, come.

I'll take care of your luggage.

My luggage? It's my past.

I knew what they had done to me.

I understood what she told me.

I had a new body,

so I had a new soul.

Only my memory was the same.

Marc, Marc, even changed like this,

how could I ever forget you?

Would I at last escape you,

now that I had become Emmanuelle?

Now Emmanuelle's soul had to learn

to live again in this body.

To help this process,

she had decided to stay here.

I always knew,

worst among us are the virgins.

Come with me.

Whether or not I really was

in this bar, I would find

what deep down

I was looking for: A man.

Wait for me.

Escape Marc.

Escape from the man I loved.

But would I find myself,

having done so much to lose myself?

But you are a virgin.

I'm so ashamed

of coming to her like this.

Come. It's a delicious place.

You will meet fantastic people.

Can I stay long with Marie?

- As long as you like.

Madame knows you're coming.

To forget about Marc,

I would sleep in a snakepit.

You won't be harmed here.

- I will summon Madame.

I'll only be a minute.

Wait for me here.

I was joking. But deep down

I really didn't know what to do.

What was I doing, so far away,

in this strange house?

A young girl sleeping there

seemed to have the face of an angel.

But maybe she was possessed

by demons deep down.

The very same I could feel

moving about deep down inside me.

Hello. And welcome. I'm Maria.

- Emmanuelle.

I've talked to Maria, and she's

suggested you two go to a samba.

I'll join you this evening.

After the samba, a quiet evening.

What do you say?

You know Rio better than me.

I trust you.

- I'm sure you'll have fun.

A handsome friend of mine

will be joining us.

Darling, lend her one

of your dresses, just for tonight.

I entrust you with her as she is,

almost naked.

See you later.

- Don't worry, Dona.

Emmanuelle will get

everything she needs.

See you later at Raoul's.

- See you.

Alfredo is my fianc.

But be careful.

He has a big appetite for sex.

Nothing wrong with an appetite

for sex at times with no love.

Here we are.

Dona told me you were coming.

She said

you wanted to make an article

on a subject she didn't want

to reveal, but that concerns us all.

It's an article about love,

isn't it? Right?

I'll fetch something for you

for our little party.

It's at the school of samba.

And a skirt...

The skirt to go with it on top.

I'll help you.

Don't move.

I was doubtful about your

beauty, but not any more.

You are magnificent,

really superb.

You'll be a hit

at the samba school.

See you tonight.

Yes, that's a great idea.

Come.

Come with me, we'll dance.

- I love you.

I'm going.

- Okay, have fun.

This is Carlota.

- Hello.

See you later, Suzanna.

I left the noisy hall.

What was I doing there?

Where was my resolve to escape

the memory of Marc taking me?

Maybe I was on the way

to discover myself?

So I went from party to party,

trying to forget Marc.

But love, real love,

when you've found it

is it something you can leave

behind, no matter how long the road?

Jim told me

I'd find her there, at Raoul's.

Sylvia had not only

gone into hiding.

She had evaporated,

as if by magic.

She seemed to have disappeared

from the surface of the earth.

But something in me kept saying that

I would find her again some day.

I had followed her by chance,

travelling.

I had a premonition that tonight,

she would reappear unexpectedly.

I'm looking for a friend.

Maybe she's here.

What does she look like?

- Like a beautiful girl.

A very beautiful girl.

- Then she's definitely here.

What's her age?

-35 years, 4 months, 3 days...

And 1 hour.

She has an audacious look.

A reserved appearance,

hard, yet soft.

What's her name?

- Her name is Sylvia.

Sylvia...

No, she's not here.

If you do find her, introduce me.

If I find Sylvia again,

my life would regain all meaning.

I'd recognize the necessity of love.

If I find Sylvia again

I will never let her escape.

It's him, believe me, I'm afraid.

I don't want to see him.

But darling,

he won't recognize you.

I'm afraid of him, and of me.

He'll recognize me, he loves me.

- You're naive, like a ten-year-old.

Santano's really

rejuvenated your spirit.

You're a different woman now.

He'll recognize me.

I'm sure, Dona.

I wanted to humiliate you.

I wanted to hit you.

Punch you drunk.

I wanted to whip you, like you'd

whip the back of an animal.

You shall know

who your mistress is.

Pardon me. What's your name?

- Rodrigo.

I like you.

See you later. You'll see.

Good evening.

My name is Emmanuelle.

- I'm Marc.

You're a pretty boy.

Can I say that?

- Sure. I'm very fond of simplicity.

I like your shirt.

- It's from Paris.

I like wearing men's shirts.

Do you like me?

Do you find me seductive?

Quite.

I will ask you a question,

that no woman asks a man:

Do you make love

with the lights on, or in the dark?

Can I be that nosey?

Maybe you won't answer?

Probably in the dark.

- Really?

Without seeing

the woman you love?

Without seeing her body,

her breasts, not even her privates?

I don't really believe it.

It can be seen with your mind's eye.

I must talk with you.

Something drives me

to confide in you.

To divulge my thoughts

without reservation.

Do you know what I think of you?

A simple stranger.

A man I see for the first time.

I think you are a man

who hides a secret.

Do you love love?

Does it love you?

The soft dizziness of bodies,

the climax of a dream.

The satisfaction

of even the silliest dream...

...when you let go.

Yes, to show one's true self.

Give in to the flesh, to the heat.

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