Whispers in the Mountains

The cold air of the Himalayas whistled through the trees as the small village nestled in the valley below slept. High above, on a ledge overlooking the world, a woman stood, her dark hair cascading down her back in wild curls. She was nude, her brown skin glowing in the moonlight, her curves accentuated by the cool air. Her most striking feature was her ass, round and firm, a true work of nature's art. She was known as the Indian Babe, a mysterious figure who had come to the mountains seeking so