Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow on the city below. In a quiet corner of the city, a tall building stood proud, its glass windows reflecting the silvery light. Inside one of its many rooms, a woman stood, her silhouette stark against the window. She was an Indian beauty, her raven hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of curls. Her skin was a rich shade of caramel, glowing in the moonlight. She was nude, her curves on display, her body a testament to the beauty of her her