The Countess of Blood sucking up the life and beauty of a once young maiden reduced to a detritus of a semiotic reader whose beautiful meeting was chanced upon the apparition of themselves and a framed magnetic flux and a grid table to delude the viewers the association with the game of chess
I adore the dilemma of selling your own beauty displayed here, i.e. esthetic capitalism, but with a great touch of Luciferian mythology, hence the choice of Elizabeth Bathory.