Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush gardens of the Maharaja's palace, illuminating the curvaceous figure of a woman with raven hair. She stood there, naked and unafraid, her dark eyes reflecting the allure of the night. She was a vision of beauty, a voluptuous Indian babe, her back view showcasing her round, firm buttocks and her thick waist. She was known as Meera, a servant in the palace, but tonight she was to become something more. A soft rustling of leaves caught her attention