In the dimly lit room, a woman with wild, curly hair sat at the edge of the bed. Her name was Sophia, and she was known for her fiery spirit and even fiercer mane. She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face and revealing her piercing green eyes. She wore a red satin robe that barely contained her ample curves.
Across the room, a man stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on Sophia. He was tall and muscular with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. His name was Ethan, and he had been lusting after Sophia for weeks. He couldn’t resist her wild, curly hair and the way it framed her face.
