Chapter 80

Listen to Spain.

Sergio Leone was intently looking at Akira Kurosawa's *Yojimbo*.

He was brainstorming a movie.

As for what it would be called, who knows?

Maybe it would be called *For a Few Dollars*.

However, the original star of *For a Few Dollars*—Clint Eastwood—was currently busy meeting with Jane Adda and filming the second season of *Fallout*.

Recently, *Wasteland* had landed in Europe.

This film, which combined art and commerce, deeply moved the Europeans. Unlike Americans, Europeans have always been enthusiastic about art films.

Sergio Leone decided to film the movie he had in mind.

For this, he even wrote a letter to his friend Clint Eastwood in the United States.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hey, Sergio!" It was Clint Eastwood's voice.

"Clint? How are you? Did you receive my letter? What do you think of the script?" Sergio asked quickly.

"I think it's great... but unfortunately, I'm currently filming a TV series, so I don't have the time."

"What, you're filming a TV series?" Sergio was a bit surprised; Eastwood's contract should have expired last year, right?

"Director," Eastwood added.

"What?! CBS made you a director?"

"No, I'm at DreamWorks. I'm filming *Fallout*, the TV series version of *Wasteland*."

Sergio was shocked by his words.

"You're working at the company that made *Wasteland*?"

He found it hard to believe.

"Sure."

The other side gave a definite answer.

"I've already signed a long-term contract with DreamWorks. If we need to film, we'll have to negotiate with them."

In Sergio's view, the lead role, with that particular aura, could only be played by Eastwood, and he didn't have the money to hire a big-name director. Maybe he could get some sponsorship in the U.S., but this was Europe, and specifically Spain.

"But I think our boss might be interested in your script. In fact, she's in Britain right now."

"You mean that magical girl?" Sergio's eyes lit up.

*Wasteland* gave an irresistible pleasure, a true feast, a rare film.

"Yes, I'll call her later. Maybe in a few days, you can meet her in person and perhaps get a good investment."

At the same time, in northern Spain, across the Atlantic, and then in Britain.

Catherine was just putting on a new corset.

She asked, "Elsa, didn't you go to school? Why are you here now?"

"I'm an orphan. Mrs. Susan adopted me. And I've already graduated from high school—I skipped a few grades."

"Uh—"

Catherine nodded, but she hadn't expected this.

At this moment, Elsa was helping Catherine put on the corset.

After that, she put on the old-fashioned underwear.

Catherine knew that the reason her aunt made her wear such old-fashioned underwear was a form of training, not because the family was so conservative.

In some ways, Mrs. Susan seemed to be flexible, but unfortunately, she seemed to have a negative attitude towards most things young people liked.

"What do you think of my aunt?"

Catherine asked again.

"Mrs. Susan is a good person and cares about people."

Catherine nodded.

Just then, the phone rang, and the servants went to answer it.

"Miss Edson, it's for you."

They were used to it; since she arrived, she received at least 10 calls a day, and at least 9 of them were for Catherine.

The caller was Clint Eastwood.

To be precise, Eastwood wanted to introduce someone to Catherine.

—Sergio Leone.

Upon hearing this name, Catherine didn't react at first, but soon Eastwood explained the plot of *A Fistful of Dollars*.

This made Catherine's eyes light up.

Sergio Leone, the director of *A Fistful of Dollars*!

Right, there was another director, but unfortunately, Catherine wasn't a god, so she didn't remember the less memorable ones.

"Sergio really wants to make this film, but he's a bit short on funds, and in terms of actors..."

"How about you play the lead?"

Catherine said without hesitation.

"What?" The other side clearly didn't understand.

"You—play—the—lead!" Catherine said slowly.

"Well... actually, he's in Spain. If you can, he'd like to meet you."

"No problem!"

Catherine smiled.

Then, they agreed on a time, and the call ended.

After the call, Catherine felt refreshed.

But then she thought of something.

"Elsa... when can you unlock it for me?"

Catherine asked.

"Although I have the key, I won't unlock it unless there's a special situation. You need to correct your bad habits."

"Okay, bad habits. But this is a bit much."

Catherine tried to move her thighs but couldn't open them, so she had to take small steps.

"This is the lightest one. The stricter ones are rarely used. Mrs. Susan is good to you. And why do you see it as a punishment? It's actually for your protection."

"Protection..."

Catherine touched the steel sensation below.

Then, she thought back to the nights in Bitman and Seattle...

It did seem to provide a sense of security.

"Wait... you said the lightest one?"

Catherine asked again.

"Yes, the others haven't been used since World War II, but we still maintain them daily. And the corset you're wearing is only one-third of what's available."

"Is there more?"

Catherine asked curiously.

"Collar, ankle cuffs, special steel corset, bra, and mask."

Catherine shuddered.

"Um... what if I have a visitor? What should I do?" Catherine asked.

"Are you going out?"

Catherine shook her head.

"He's coming here. Maybe I should talk to my aunt."

"Mrs. Susan is out. You know, she has many businesses to manage. But you are the mistress here, and we will follow your arrangements. If you need to go out, I'll help you change into an outfit for going out. If it's just a visitor, you can wear a dress."

Catherine nodded.

"But what if someone sees it?"

Catherine was a bit embarrassed.

"What's the big deal?" Elsa's question surprised Catherine.

It seemed that in 1960s Europe, it was indeed a time of conservative forces and radicalism "clashing." Both classical and modern were acceptable... quite strange.

This situation would only change slightly after the 1968 French youth revolution.

Then, Elsa continued dressing Catherine.

She took out long gloves and helped Catherine put them on, then fastened the rings around her upper arms.

Then she squatted down, put on the stockings for Catherine, and finally fastened the stockings to the thigh rings.

"Elsa, have you ever tried the corset and this?"

Catherine suddenly asked, pointing below.

Elsa looked up and shook her head.

"No?! Why?"

"Because I've always behaved well."

Catherine was overwhelmed with emotion.

...

Um... I'll be careful, don't worry, I won't be too explicit.

Is this a ceremonial armor? Or a corset? It seems to be made entirely of steel. [[[cp|w:397|h:427|a:l]]]

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