A Night with the Indian Babe

The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with anticipation as I waited for her to arrive. I had seen her before, at the local market, her raven-black hair catching the sunlight as she browsed the stalls. She was an Indian babe, with curves in all the right places and a confidence that was intoxicating. I had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, imagining what it would be like to have her in my arms, to feel her body pressed against mine. And now