The Temple Dance

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her back facing the entrance. She was nude, her thick curves beckoning to the darkness. A cascade of black hair tumbled down her shoulders, the ends brushing against her round hips. She was an Indian beauty, her exotic allure impossible to resist. He watched her from the doorway, his breath hitching in his throat. He had wanted her since the moment they met, her voluptuous figure and confident demeanor drawing him in. But he had waited, biding his time until