The bass throbbed through Deepika's body like a second heartbeat. A heavy, sexual pulse that vibrated in her chest, her stomach, settling low in her cunt with a delicious thrum. Her clit ached and swelled against the nothingness beneath her dress.

She was dressed for absolute sin. A dress so short it was technically a belt—black and sheer and obscene. Her heavy tits swayed freely beneath the fabric. Her pink nipples were visible as dark, hard peaks through the translucent material. They were perpetually erect and begging for attention.