In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. The woman, with her raven black hair cascading down her back, stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. She admired her toned body, the curves and contours of her feminine form. She was a woman of Indian descent, her skin a rich, warm brown that glowed in the soft light. She was a babe, there was no denying that.
Across the room, he watched her, his gaze fixed on her reflection in the mirror. He was a white man, with short cropped hair and a lean, muscular build. He was captivated by her, by the way she moved, the way she held herself. He wanted her, he wanted to taste her, to feel her body against his.
She turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the desire in his gaze, the want and need. She smiled, a slow, seductive smile, and beckoned him over to her. He didn’t need to be asked twice.
