Holy Orgy: The Night the Pope Watched Prostitutes Crawl for Chestnuts

Let’s be honest — religion has always had a kinky side. But nothing compares to what went down on October 30, 1501, in the Vatican.

Picture this: a candlelit hall in the Apostolic Palace, velvet drapes, gold everywhere, the air thick with incense and wine. Pope Alexander VI, aka Rodrigo Borgia — a man who bought the papacy, bedded half of Rome, and raised nepotism to divine status — sits at the head of the table.

Enter his bastard son, Cesare. War hero. Assassin. And tonight’s master of ceremonies.

First: dinner. Then: wine. Then: fifty courtesans, perfectly dressed and perfectly doomed. At Cesare’s signal, their gowns hit the floor. Literally. The girls were told to get on all fours and crawl across the marble, collecting chestnuts scattered like breadcrumbs for human decadence.

Yes — crawling. Naked. In front of the Pope.

Then came the contest. Each cardinal and noble present was assigned a servant — not for service, but to act as a sex auditor. Duties included:

• Counting how many women each man fucked
• Noting the number of orgasms
• Measuring dick size
• Ranking stamina

Winners received silk, shoes, and the kind of bragging rights that don’t get carved into tombstones.

This wasn’t just a party. It was a ritual of power and humiliation, a twisted performance of submission and dominance, all choreographed under the divine gaze of Renaissance saints and Roman gods.

Forget the myths — this was real. Eyewitnessed. Written down by the Pope’s own master of ceremonies.

The Catholic Church didn’t just lose its moral compass that night — it danced on it in silk robes while prostitutes begged for chestnuts on their knees.

And yes — this was their idea of Halloween.