Whispers in the Night

In the dead of night, the city lay still and silent, save for the soft hum of nocturnal life. In a quiet corner of the city, a woman named Priya lay in her bed, her thick black hair splayed out across her pillow like a pool of ink. She was a woman of beauty, with olive skin and a curvaceous figure that drew the eye and held attention. Her eyes were closed, but the moonlight streaming through her window painted her body in silver, illuminating her form as she lay on her back. Priya stirred in her