Amidst the grit and grime of Newcastle, Master Noir leads his newest acquisition through the dimly lit, industrial lair. The slave, bound and ready, is positioned on all fours, the cool air kissing their exposed flesh. The master, clad in black leather, runs a gloved hand over the slave's curves, pausing at the tight pucker between their cheeks. The scent of antiseptic fills the air as the master lubes up, the sound of the bottle squeezing echoing in the silent room. The slave tenses as the first touch comes, a gentle probe that quickly turns into a firm, unyielding pressure, as the master begins to claim their new slave's most taboo hole.