The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow on the city below. The night was warm and still, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and spices. In a secluded corner of the city, a woman stood on her balcony, her raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of darkness. She was nude, her curves bathed in silver light, her thick form a testament to the beauty of the female form.
Her name was Priya, an Indian beauty with a reputation for being a temptress. She was a woman of exotic beauty, with almond-shaped eyes, full lips, and a body that could make any man weak at the knees. She was a woman of passion, a woman who knew what she wanted and was not afraid to take it.
Tonight, she wanted him.
