She is a black African American

There was one thing I still hadn't told her, one final humiliation - my new girl Stella, who was the same age as me, was black African American. It had cost a bit more, but it was worth it. Ruby had always admired the black women in the "Ebony" section of the **** magazines I always browsed through on the couch for fun. They emitted a raw, exciting sexuality that she knew her scrawny, skinny paleness just could never match, no matter how hard she tried to serve.

Cut to an hour later and Stella had been delivered, signed for, taken into my home (blindfolded, just to ramp up the feeling of the unknown scariness of her new life,) and made to stay kneeling on all fours in my lounge, breaking her into her place as I simply silently observed her.