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Who we are

De Sade Legacy is a project dedicated to those seeking the thrill of excess and conscious transgression. Through intense narratives and decadent scenography, we transform Sade's literature into bold images. Our goal is to take pleasure to the next level, with content that challenges taboos and conventions. We organize exclusive events dedicated to pleasure and depravity, to stage, with professional actors and ordinary people, the most extreme perversions.

The Lady

The Lady is the incarnation of lust made flesh, a creature of refined decadence, educated since youth in the cult of pleasure and submission. Born into a noble and austere family, she spent her formative years in convents and aristocratic salons, where she learned the art of dissimulation and seduction. But behind the veil of respectability lies a soul corrupted by desire, a will bent by its own thirst for annihilation in the games of vice. Her beauty is hypnotic: porcelain skin that bears the marks of violent caresses, eyes veiled by a shadow of voluptuousness, lips that have learned to smile only in pain and total abandonment. Her voice is an enveloping whisper, a promise of absolute surrender. She is dressed in light silks and tight corsets, adorned with jewels that do not serve to cover her, but to enhance her nature as an object of desire and sacrifice. In the secret halls of the Marquis or in the clandestine alcoves of libertine societies, the Lady offers herself with an almost mystical fervor, craving humiliation and excess as an ascetic seeks enlightenment. She knows no shame, she does not fear ignominy: for her, the supreme pleasure is in total abandonment, in losing every shred of will to be shaped, broken, recreated according to the whims of whoever possesses her. Her devotion has no limits, because she has understood that true freedom lies in voluntary slavery, in giving oneself completely to the point of dissolving in the desire of others.
The Lady is the incarnation of lust made flesh, a creature of refined decadence, educated since youth in the cult of pleasure and submission. Born into a noble and austere family, she spent her formative years in convents and aristocratic salons, where she learned the art of dissimulation and seduction. But behind the veil of respectability lies a soul corrupted by desire, a will bent by its own thirst for annihilation in the games of vice. Her beauty is hypnotic: porcelain skin that bears the marks of violent caresses, eyes veiled by a shadow of voluptuousness, lips that have learned to smile only in pain and total abandonment. Her voice is an enveloping whisper, a promise of absolute surrender. She is dressed in light silks and tight corsets, adorned with jewels that do not serve to cover her, but to enhance her nature as an object of desire and sacrifice. In the secret halls of the Marquis or in the clandestine alcoves of libertine societies, the Lady offers herself with an almost mystical fervor, craving humiliation and excess as an ascetic seeks enlightenment. She knows no shame, she does not fear ignominy: for her, the supreme pleasure is in total abandonment, in losing every shred of will to be shaped, broken, recreated according to the whims of whoever possesses her. Her devotion has no limits, because she has understood that true freedom lies in voluntary slavery, in giving oneself completely to the point of dissolving in the desire of others.

The Marquis

The Marquis is a dissolute aristocrat whose life is dedicated to extreme pleasure and the corruption of morals. Born into a noble family, he received an impeccable education, but his rebellious spirit and insatiable desire for power have pushed him to go beyond every limit imposed by society. His beauty is as sharp as his mind: cold and penetrating eyes, thin lips that rarely bend into a sincere smile, an elegant bearing that hides a perverse soul. In his isolated castle, immersed in the desolate countryside, the Marquis organizes elaborate ceremonies of pleasure and pain, where the bodies and wills of his guests are tested in games of submission and power. Nothing is forbidden in his secret rooms, where luxury and depravity mix in an orgy of scarlet velvets and refined instruments of punishment. He is a man of seductive and cruel words, capable of bending minds as much as bodies, leading his victims along a path of perdition from which few return unharmed. The Marquis does not know the concept of limit: his philosophy is that of the extreme, of pleasure that feeds on the pain of others, of the art of manipulation and abuse disguised as libertinism. No law, no morality can stop him, because he considers himself above everything, a dark god in his temple of vice.
The Marquis is a dissolute aristocrat whose life is dedicated to extreme pleasure and the corruption of morals. Born into a noble family, he received an impeccable education, but his rebellious spirit and insatiable desire for power have pushed him to go beyond every limit imposed by society. His beauty is as sharp as his mind: cold and penetrating eyes, thin lips that rarely bend into a sincere smile, an elegant bearing that hides a perverse soul. In his isolated castle, immersed in the desolate countryside, the Marquis organizes elaborate ceremonies of pleasure and pain, where the bodies and wills of his guests are tested in games of submission and power. Nothing is forbidden in his secret rooms, where luxury and depravity mix in an orgy of scarlet velvets and refined instruments of punishment. He is a man of seductive and cruel words, capable of bending minds as much as bodies, leading his victims along a path of perdition from which few return unharmed. The Marquis does not know the concept of limit: his philosophy is that of the extreme, of pleasure that feeds on the pain of others, of the art of manipulation and abuse disguised as libertinism. No law, no morality can stop him, because he considers himself above everything, a dark god in his temple of vice.