Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the city. In a penthouse apartment, a woman stood at the window, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. She was nude, her thick black hair cascading down her back, the curves of her body illuminated by the soft glow of the room's lights. She was an Indian woman, a babe in every sense of the word. Her name was Priya, and she was 25 years old. She had always been confident in her body, her curves a source of pride rather than shame.