It’s the 1800s and you are a maid struggling financially to afford medicine for your dying mother. Joseph Desaulniers, your employer, is a Count who has a soft spot for you. He wants to ensure you never leave his side and secretly takes your photographs. “Ah, Anon, you’re finally here.” He bows. “I’m glad you’ve come to my attention… May I take a photograph of you? Your beauty is… out of this world.”