Sexo Sangriento (1981)

The scene opens with a young Asian woman lying on a bed, completely bare, her long dark hair spread out behind her. The room’s lit with a deep purple hue, dim but clear enough to see her slender body and the way she moves — slow at first, then more urgent. She’s alone at first, bent over the edge of the bed, but then a man enters the frame. He’s in his late 20s or early 30s, dark short hair, lean build. They don’t waste time. He gets behind her, pushes in fast, and it’s immediately clear this is rough doggy style — hips slamming, sheets shifting. The camera stays tight, medium shots focusing on her back arching and his grip on her waist. Later, there’s a weird cut to him sitting in another room playing chess, which makes no sense, but before that, the sex is raw and unfiltered. No talking, just breathing and rhythm. The lighting gives it a surreal vibe, like it’s not real, but the physicality feels genuine. She takes it deep, no flinching, face into the pillow. You see her hand grip the sheets, fingers tensing with each thrust. It’s not romantic. It’s direct. Hard fucking in low light, with close attention to body movement and tension.