The gown was white. And the blood?

Purple.

The gown wasn't on though.

The blood, not actually purple.

It was just the radiant glow of the moonlight through the purple tinted windows that colored the blood that purple color.

The gown was put in such a strange situation, on the floor...

Soft whimpers, teetering, wet slapping....

The only words muttered in the room was desperate cursing and slutty pet names.

The most audible thing to note was the sweet sound of skin slapping against skin at a fast, unhinged pace that would drive anyone over the edge.

"Ah!~ F-Fuuuuuu....nghm...!~ Wait...s-slow do-"

Another hard thrust...

And another...

Another...

And...

A soft splat deep inside that arches a back off the bed.

Only one could describe the sight pornographic.

The clean silk sheets now sticky silk sheets...