Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the lush gardens of the Indian palace. A woman, her skin a rich shade of cinnamon, moved silently through the shadows. She was nude, her curvaceous body on display, every inch of her a testament to the beauty of her people. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the curve of her plump ass. She was a babe, a goddess, and she was on a mission. She had set her sights on the prince, a man known for his virility a