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Dimly lit smoky basement of a 1920s speakeasy, red velvet and low warm lighting. A 23-year-old woman with sleek bob-cut black hair and a torn flapper dress, bent face-down over a wooden barrel, torso flattened against it, fingers scraping the wood. Face turned to the side in deep agony—eyes tightly closed, brows knotted, mouth twisted in a grimace with visible teeth. Dress pulled up around her waist. A tough gangster in open shirt and suspenders, no pants, thrusting hard into her from behind doggystyle, hand on her hip. Strong emphasis on her pained face. Several other mobsters smoking and waiting their turn in the background.