Whispers in the Night

In the heart of New Delhi, a woman with raven black hair and a lithe figure moved silently through the darkness. The Indian moon cast a soft glow on her bare skin, her nipples hardening in the cool night air. She was a beauty, her thick hair cascading down her back, her curves accentuated in the dim light. She had been watching him for days, this mysterious stranger who had come to her city. He was a foreigner, his skin lighter than hers, his eyes a piercing blue that seemed to see right through