Whispers in the Night

In the dead of night, the city lay still and quiet. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the rooftops and alleyways. It was in one such alleyway, hidden from the prying eyes of the world, that our tale unfolds. She was a woman of striking beauty, with thick black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. Her skin was the color of caramel, smooth and unblemished, and she moved with the grace of a panther. She was an Indian beauty, exotic and alluring,