Whispers in the Night

It was a warm summer night, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a dimly lit apartment, a woman with long, black hair stood by the window, looking out at the city lights. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the soft glow of the room. She was a thick Indian beauty, her skin the color of caramel, and her hair cascading down her back in waves. She heard a soft knock at the door, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew who it was, and she had been waiting for this moment all night.