Moonlit interlude: a tale of contrasts and passion in the dark city

In the heart of the city, a dark room painted in glossy black walls and draped in heavy black curtains. The only source of light was the moon's eerie rays seeping through a small window. Two French maids stood bent over, their uniforms crisp against the darkness, their hands gripping the wall. In the corner, a massive black figure loomed, his huge size and naked form illuminated by the ambient lighting. He was a brute, his actions primal, as he brutally took them in a manner reminiscent of the raw, interracial nights.