Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow over the rooftops of the city. A lone figure stood at the edge of a building, the wind tugging at her long, black hair. She was a woman of Indian descent, her curves full and her skin a rich, warm brown. Her eyes were closed, her face turned up to the sky, as she drank in the cool night air. She was dressed in a form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination, the fabric clinging to her every curve. Her back was turned to the city, h