La mano che nutre la morte (1974)

The scene opens with a mature brunette with long braided hair sitting in a dimly lit parlor, surrounded by candles and weird medical equipment. She’s wearing almost nothing, slim but with enough curves to make it look sleazy in the best way. A few shots later, a dude in his 30s with short brown hair shows up — first in the parlor, then later wandering a dark hallway like he’s part of some messed-up ritual. The red liquid gets splashed around during close-ups, not sure if it’s fake blood or just stage stuff, but it adds to the creepy vibe. She ends up sitting on a bed in another room, curly hair now, looking younger than before — could be a switch or just a lighting trick. The sex isn’t constant, but when it hits, it’s rough and low-key violent, feels like part of a larger, fucked-up storyline. Camera stays tight during the key moments, especially on her face and the red stuff dripping around. Not your usual porn setup — more like erotic horror with actual tension.