Her name was Ebony, and she was an ebony. Her hair was black, her eyes were black, her skin was black — she was a black girl. She liked to dress in black, she was fond of black makeup, she had a black cat and a black dog. She lived in a black house in the middle of a black forest, which was always wrapped in black fog. In a word, her life was blacker than black.
On a black, moonless night, when the black fog thickened into a black abyss, and the black forest rustled with the whispers of black shadows, Ebony was sitting at her black computer, scrolling through the pages of some black websites, which were shrouded in the same black gloom as her soul. And then, quite by accident, she came across a black ad. The black letters on the black background glowed with a ghostly light, beckoning to her with their black temptation.
“Become a webcam model!” the black ad promised. “Make black money in the black of night!”
Ebony’s black heart fluttered. She had long been tired of her black routine, and the prospect of earning black money, which promised untold riches in the shadows of the