Whispers in the Shadow

In the depths of the night, a figure moved silently through the darkened streets of the city. Long black hair cascaded down her back, glinting in the faint light of the moon. She was an Indian woman, her curves full and inviting, her skin a rich shade of brown. She was nude, her body bared to the cool air, but she did not shiver. She was too lost in her own desires, too driven by the need that burned within her. She moved with a grace and confidence that spoke of a woman who knew her own power.