The Temptation of the Indian Beauty

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. Her thick, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, the loose curls brushing against her bare skin. She was an Indian beauty, with curves in all the right places. Her smooth, caramel-colored skin glowed in the soft light, and her full, round hips begged to be touched. She was naked, save for the thin, silk robe that she had wrapped around her. It did little to hide her voluptuous figure, and the man who had just entered the room