Priya left the door unlocked exactly as ordered.

She stripped the peach kameez and salwar off the moment she reached her room and lay naked on the charpoy, thighs loosely open, the thick evidence of the kitchen fucking still slowly leaking out of her. The oil lamp on the side table burned low. Outside, the desert wind moved across the dunes in long, restless sighs. Downstairs the guest-house was silent; the Germans had gone to bed early and the only sound was the occasional creak of old sandstone settling in the night heat.