I have all four volumes in this series, so I think I'll be reading through them for the project for the next little bit. These are the adventures of Lolita, pictured up there on the cover, and her friends, some of whom are escorts, some of whom are not. Like most European erotica, it reads like a typical slice of life story one moment, and then the hardest of hardcore porn the next. That's simply one of the generic conventions of European erotic comics, I think.
While I enjoyed the art, and the surprising diversity of gender representation (one story features a transwoman), it suffers from that one sure downfall in my appreciation of an erotic story - the dialogue of the women during sex. Don't get me wrong - I'm all for a little dirty talk. It has a time and a place, just like everything else to do with sex. But when that time and place becomes every time, it gets boring. Oftentimes I find that erotic graphic artists like to draw one kind of sex, so you've got 40 pages or so where in every scene every woman has every orifice stuffed to overflowing yet still manages to cry out for more. I guess there's a fine line to be trod - on the one hand you want to offer variety to your reader, but on the other you want to offer consistency to that same reader. Do you become known for one thing that you do well, or do you become known as a good jack (pun intended) of all trades? Interesting question.
Onward.
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