In the dimly lit room, a woman named Isabella stood, her curvaceous figure casting a sultry silhouette against the wall. Her hips were full and rounded, a temptation that could not be ignored. She wore a red dress that clung to her body, accentuating her every curve. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her full lips were painted a deep red.
Across the room, a man named Ethan watched her, his gaze fixed on her voluptuous form. He was a tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and as he approached her, he felt a stirring in his loins.
