Priya stepped out of the small beach shack hotel and felt the warm Goa air wrap around her skin. The night was thick and salty. Waves crashed loud on the dark sand. She had come alone. No friends. No family calling every hour. Just her, a small bag, and the need to feel free for once.

She wore a thin white cotton dress that stuck to her body in the humidity. Under it, a black bra pushed her full boobs up high. The soft cups held them tight. Her panties were already a little damp from the heat and the strange excitement in her stomach. She walked barefoot toward the quieter part of the beach where the lights from the shacks became small dots.