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The humid evening air of Mumbai clung to the skin like a second layer of clothing as Riya, a 28-year-old Indian woman with dark brown eyes, long black hair, and a curvy, voluptuous body—her D-cup breasts always drawing attention—stepped into the dimly lit lounge bar of the Oberoi Hotel. The soft glow of the golden chandeliers cast shadows across her fair complexion, making her red lipstick stand out like a beacon. She adjusted the deep neckline of her emerald-green saree, the fabric clinging to her wide hips as she scanned the room.